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GoFundMe: Click to Contribute to My Healing Ministry Career Fund!.

porchwood:

Hello friends! I will talk about this much more in the coming weeks, but I finally got my GoFundMe page set up yesterday and wanted to start the ball rolling ASAP.

The massage therapy/healing ministry dream is one step closer to becoming a reality! I checked with the school last week and there’s still time for me to enroll and get started at the October term, but I need to come up with $850 for some enrollment costs and, thanks to the year I’ve had (car accident, vet bills, major surgery, etc.), this is proving a little tricky to manage on my own. A Disqus guest suggested that I create an online fundraiser to help, so here we are! :D

I know a few of you folks have offered donations to help with my medical expenses/unpaid leave from work, and as you’ve probably surmised, this current financial shortage is the direct result of said expenses/leave. Heaven knows, the hospital bills are only just beginning to roll in, which is a whole ‘nother kind of terrifying, but despite the crazy timing, I really, strongly feel I need to start this program now. For one, I desperately need something good to come out of 2014, and for two, the sooner I start on this, the sooner I can be out comforting and (God willing!) healing people. And while it might seem financially prudent to wait 3, 6, even 12 months to begin the program, I can’t quite reconcile that delay with all the comfort I could be bringing to hurting people in those months.

And lest anyone worry, writing is part of this goal too! :D I’ve been able to touch an overwhelming number of lives through my stories - people I’d never even have met off this screen! - and I have no intentions of discontinuing that avenue of comfort and healing while pursuing another, slightly more localized one.

Thanks for reading, and please know: your prayers, thoughts, and well-wishes are every bit as welcome (and important!) as donations. <3 I’ll keep you all posted on my progress (fundraising and enrollment/class-wise)!

Oh my goodness! A little over 24 hours in and we’re just a hair under 25% of the goal! Thank you all SO incredibly much! It’s starting to feel like this is really going to happen, and it’s surreal in the best possible way. Blessings to you ALL for your support (financial and otherwise :D)!

GoFundMe: Click to Contribute to My Healing Ministry Career Fund!.

Hello friends! I will talk about this much more in the coming weeks, but I finally got my GoFundMe page set up yesterday and wanted to start the ball rolling ASAP.

The massage therapy/healing ministry dream is one step closer to becoming a reality! I checked with the school last week and there’s still time for me to enroll and get started at the October term, but I need to come up with $850 for some enrollment costs and, thanks to the year I’ve had (car accident, vet bills, major surgery, etc.), this is proving a little tricky to manage on my own. A Disqus guest suggested that I create an online fundraiser to help, so here we are! :D

I know a few of you folks have offered donations to help with my medical expenses/unpaid leave from work, and as you’ve probably surmised, this current financial shortage is the direct result of said expenses/leave. Heaven knows, the hospital bills are only just beginning to roll in, which is a whole ‘nother kind of terrifying, but despite the crazy timing, I really, strongly feel I need to start this program now. For one, I desperately need something good to come out of 2014, and for two, the sooner I start on this, the sooner I can be out comforting and (God willing!) healing people. And while it might seem financially prudent to wait 3, 6, even 12 months to begin the program, I can’t quite reconcile that delay with all the comfort I could be bringing to hurting people in those months.

And lest anyone worry, writing is part of this goal too! :D I’ve been able to touch an overwhelming number of lives through my stories - people I’d never even have met off this screen! - and I have no intentions of discontinuing that avenue of comfort and healing while pursuing another, slightly more localized one.

Thanks for reading, and please know: your prayers, thoughts, and well-wishes are every bit as welcome (and important!) as donations. <3 I’ll keep you all posted on my progress (fundraising and enrollment/class-wise)!

Drabble Challenge: Everlark is late to their own wedding reception

Sooo, peetahutcherpeen challenged me with this prompt. The resulting “drabble” is the first piece of writing I’ve done since my surgery, several hours overdue, not my greatest work, far too long, and heavily borrowed from WtM canon (there are things in here that I wrote for Ch 12 and I really need you guys to forget about so you don’t think they originated in a silly Modern AU). But I was really flattered to be asked, and I owe this lady something fierce, so this one’s dedicated to you, Cathy (for reasons I think you’ll guess). When I have time to come back and clean it up for proper posting, it’ll be gifted to you on AO3. :D

I’m pretty sure I’m the last one to this party so I’m not going to challenge anyone in turn…:/ Hope okay.

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It was a small wedding, just as we’d wanted: full of ribbons and braids and songs, and room to spare at the back of the tiny country church. Then again, when you’re marrying your in-laws, it tends to pare down the guest list considerably.

Peeta stills the engine and grins so widely that I can hear it in his breath. “Shall we, wife?” he asks, turning to me and beaming like the newly risen sun, and I lean across the console to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. We may be securely ensconced in our twenties and married for thirty glorious minutes already, but there’s still a shy, almost childlike aspect to our relationship – probably because it began in childhood, with a folk song and two braids and a kiss on the cheek over a pail of maple-iced cookies – that I hope never goes away.

To be sure, there will be plenty of blushes and shyness and nervous laughter tonight, when we see each other naked for the first time and try to figure out how everything fits together.

“Enough with the canoodling,” teases my sister from the back seat, playfully thumping my headrest. “You’re not the only one with a toasting to get to.”

I grin back at her and reach for the door handle, but my husband is already there, ushering me out into our driveway.

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Prayer of St Francis - Allen Pote:

sadanandaom:

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is error, truth;Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled as to console;

To be understood as to understand;

To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Attributed to St Francis of Assisi

raphael2054:

Prayer of St. Francis

Sleepytime Maunderings

(I’m barely half-conscious right now so this may or may not make any sense whatsoever. Apologies in advance.)

I was just emailing a pastor friend of mine who has been wonderful about reminding me (in the depths of my post-surgery defeat and despair) that I am important in this “crazy world we live in” and touch more lives than I realize, and I was explaining how I’d had vast, wonderful plans (for a hope and a future, a la Jeremiah) before this diagnosis when I thought…why do I have to abandon those plans? Why can’t I still have that future - or at least, try like the dickens for it?

Said future will sound weird to some of you and ridiculous to others, but here goes. I’ve been wondering for YEARS how to combine laying on of hands/the spiritual gift of healing (which I think I might possibly have…? *bites nails at the audacity of putting this in print*) with an actual paying career - I almost went to seminary at one point for this very reason - when I suddenly recalled the massage therapy institute in this town and little (celestial ;D) bells went off in my head. If I trained as a massage therapist, not only would I have a certification that qualifies me for quite a different income than I make now, but more (much more!) than that: I could open my own Christian practice, with the most beautiful sacred music playing during sessions (Anonymous 4, anyone? Paul Schwartz’s State of Grace series?? Jeff Johnson’s exquisite Standing Still???) -

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- and there would be Michaelmas/Candlemas/Lady Day specials - to say nothing of Advent and Lent! - and I could offer free services as a ministry through my church or other community avenue! I could run my own little charitable drive through the practice (offering a discount on/coupon for service(s) for a donation of food, warm clothing, stuffed toys, blankets, whole cold roast chickens, etc. :D). And I could even slowly, sneakily begin offering certain uniquely delicious beverages to my patrons… ;)

Sidenote: I have mentioned before that I really should be a witch, right? :D (A Christian one, mind, like the fascinating Widow Arden in Patricia C. Wrede’s Snow White and Rose Red.) I’m forever trying to fuse herbal medicines and healing oils and crystals with Scripture and sacred music and prayers. (And don’t even get me started on Caroline Myss’s Anatomy of the Spirit, some of which I could throw off my roof and some of which I find startlingly true and relevant and powerful.)

And of course, with such a career/ministry occupying my working hours, my (renewed) heart and mind could be channeled into writing in my off-hours so I could “touch” and heal still more people through my written work! :D

There’s been a tidal wave of real-world setbacks since I arrived at this idea; indeed, all kinds of reasons why I should forget I’d ever thought of it and go back to my job once the doctor’s cleared me (or heck, find another, slightly less ick job) and stay there for the next five years………………….but on the other hand: maybe all of those “setbacks” were really obstacles thrown into my path (*cough cough* Satan *cough*) to prevent me from pursuing a unique sort of ministry that could positively impact countless hurting people. I’m not saying it’ll be easy or cheap (the program I was looking at is a 12-month one that runs around $16,000), but maybe, just maybe, it’s exactly what I’m supposed to be doing…

What do you think? Elisa(beth), the (very) Good Witch, with a tiny, tidy massage therapy center that smells like a cozy cottage, runs on the liturgical calendar, and has a little writing nook in the back with very good coffee? :D In one of my mother’s favorite anecdotes, an Episcopal deacon told me (after a group laying-on-of-hands) at a small healing service that, “You got the hands!”, so I’m thinking that’s precedent. ;)

Was doing a quick sleepytime Google of the polar bear in Inuit mythology (Nanuk/Nanook) when my sis said, “Hey, go watch the trailer for ‘Kelly and Cal’” and HOLY HEAVEN, Jonny Weston in a wheelchair?! I only have one ovary, cruel internet! This is more than I can bear!

Sooo, my sweet pea Dandelion-Sunset tagged me in this “the last picture I took” thing. :D I’m not sure if I’ve done this correctly, but the most recent photos on my phone were taken for/of me by my sis (though I would have taken them myself if I could). I’ve been cobbling together an outfit from thrift store/clearance rack findings and finally got a good, cheap pair of black leggings over the weekend (before my cruel bout with a terrible sore throat :P), so I put on the whole ensemble for the first time. My sis said I looked like Belle from Once Upon a Time *grins*, so I asked her to take a picture of me, preferably with Lucky in it.

Now, I’m terrible at posing for pictures (erm, at pictures in general) and each pic looked even worse than the one before, so I finally crouched down by Lucks and told my sis to snap pictures of us snuggling/being cute and maybe we’d get a good one. This got a little blurry, alas, but it’s one of the best pictures ever taken of me and the kid, hands-down. <3 Those eyes say it all.

I’m leagues behind on all these tagged challenges, so if you see this and want to post your most recent pic: go for it!

tipsycersei:

Mythology Meme > [1/4] Titans: Selene 

Selene, ( Greek: “Moon”)  Latin Luna,  in Greek and Roman religion, the personification of the moon as a goddess. She was worshipped at the new and full moons. According to Hesiod’s Theogony, her parents were the Titans Hyperion and Theia; her brother was Helios, the sun god (sometimes called her father); her sister was Eos (Dawn). In the Homeric Hymn to Selene, she bears the beautiful Pandeic to Zeus, while Alcman says they are the parents of Herse, the dew. She is often linked with Endymion, whom she loved and whom Zeus cast into eternal sleep in a cave on Mount Latmus; there, Selene visited him and became the mother of 50 daughters. In another story she was loved by Pan. By the 5th century bc Selene was sometimes identified with Artemis, or Phoebe, “the bright one.” She was usually represented as a woman with the moon (often in crescent form) on her head and driving a two-horse chariot. As Luna, she had temples at Rome on the Aventine and Palatine hills.

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