Thanks to the Memphians for all the knowledge and stuff. Link to latest mix to post on my Twitter feed late Saturday US/Canada time.
Mary the Dawn, Christ the Perfect Day; Mary the Gate, Christ the Heav’nly Way! Mary the Root, Christ the Mystic Vine; Mary the Grape, Christ the Sacred Wine! Mary the Wheat-sheaf, Christ the Living Bread; Mary the Rose-Tree, Christ the Rose Blood-red! Mary the Font, Christ the Cleansing Flood; Mary the Chalice, Christ the Saving Blood! Mary the Temple, Christ the Temple’s Lord; Mary the Shrine, Christ the God adored! Mary the Beacon, Christ the Haven’s Rest; Mary the Mirror, Christ the Vision Blest! Mary the Mother, Christ the Mother’s Son. Both ever blest while endless ages run.
“Mary the Dawn” by Father Justin Mulcahy C.F.
Art: Detail, Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder, Madonna and Child Encircled by a Garland of Flowers
Cancer is exhausting. I refuse to quit trying to improve, but I often feel like I’m trying to defy everything. My life has become such a blur, and now (one good thing) is that I’m hungry until I can eat no more and then get nauseous and it becomes one evil loop.
I’m one of those stubborn people who at least like to fool myself into thinking I can do everything by myself, but I know that’s not true. There is no game when you’re alone. It’s just you (me) and my lonely thoughts. I often keep the TV on for background noise (and then I find myself passionately agreeing or disagreeing about whatever they’re saying). And for the record, I refuse to watch Fox News because they’re usually so out there, but I do find myself watching Fox Business at night. How I digressed from cancer to loud TV only the good Lord knows. (There are some things I just don’t want to know!)
Where Did I Go?
Scheduled for release just before midnight in the U.S. I’m embarking on the unknown. I pray it ends with a kiss and a “yes.”
Having trouble with uploads this morning. I’ll try again this evening. In the meantime, you can stream some of my older mixes or, better yet, buy some tracks at an online digital music store or have something shipped to your house!
It didn’t take long for the NYPost to go negative. What’s wrong with the Aussies?!
So here’s a weird question posed to the internet: When you’re online and you’re chatting with someone who is purported to be both your cousin and someone famous, at what point do you trust that you’re actually chatting with that person and not the infamous email scam prince? Get back to me with your answer, H. ;)
So I order the new #TS (Explicit version) CD off Target since I can’t find it at Walmart and Amazon refused to let me download it. I usually buy the edited version of albums because I already cuss too much -- and wouldn’t you know it; as soon as I looked it up this morning, I find it at Walmart for less and edited. Live and learn, I guess. It can’t be that dirty, can it?