Yes, it's me!
Sister Patricia Owens O'Flannery!!
Greetings, kind readers!! I was ever so touched by your display of affection - when LarryD told me that more of you voted to have me contribute occasionally rather to have me excommunicated, it filled me with great joy! Sophia was very close at that moment, so much so that I had completely forgotten about a brutish letter I had just received from the Archdiocese regarding my preaching during Mass and incorporating liturgical dance at the Motherhouse (you'd be amazed at how that invigorates the older sisters, but that's another story!).
I have so much to tell you about my pilgrimage to Tibet and week long visit with Madonna. In fact, that partly explains my extended absence. Some of the dance moves she taught me required a level of flexibility I had up until now never experienced. At least, since the 80's when I travelled with a gypsy band of contortionists in Eastern Europe...again, a story for another time.
Well - last week, LarryD completed a questionnaire he so humorously titled
"The Y Chromoso-minute", and I saw in the comments that several of you suggested that I ought to do one myself. Of course, it wouldn't be right for me to call it the same thing - I mean, I might be just as pro-gender confusion as the next progressive Catholic, but I have to draw the line somewhere - so I've given the questionnaire a new name.
A Deep And Thoughtful Exploration Into The Momentary Reflections Of A Transcendental Professed Religious Sister Contemplating The Power And Majesty Of A Simple Daybook
Outside My Window... Nature dances with Moonbeams and Starlight, creating a ballet of exquisite balance and symmetry. And about 55 degrees.
I am thinking about... Buying a new pair of sensible shoes. I'm traditional that way!
I am thankful for… my new Internet friends! I burn incense and recite ancient Buddhist prayers for you everyday!!
From the kitchen... you've got to be kidding! Me, cook?!? Anyway, I'm in the midst of a Kabbalah fast right now, and I'm only permitted bitter herbs and matzo balls, but I cheat a little and wash it down with a Maccabee or two (I'm pretty sure it's kosher!) I am wearing... a flowered blouse (from Marshall's) and ill-fitting slacks (from The Slack Shack); I wear a wooden cross around my neck and really uncomfortable shoes (that's why I'm thinking of buying new ones!)
I am creating... harmony within and without the universe, filling me with warmth and positive energy. It's either that or the Maccabee's!! I shoulda stopped at two!
I am reading... Sixteen Steps To Kharmic Balance by Sy Kho Knutt Ghobb; A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. I can't tell the difference between the two, to be honest with you...
I am hearing... that the CDF is planning to investigate women religious orders. I have given this much thought - and I hope to attend some of the meetings. I have much to say to them about their huffery and puffery. I also have a nice little Buddha statue for Bishop Blair.
Around the house... pfft! I’m a nun! Since when does a nun notice anything around the house? That's why we have novitiates!!
One of my favorite things...Thursday night strip poker with the local CORPUS chapter.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: I never like to make plans. You know what they say - woman plans, Sophia laughs! (I just made that up!) Although I do plan to save the rest of my Maccabees for Thursday night...
7 Comments:
Nice "I am hoping . . . " At least we can agree on one thing!
Brilliance must be acknowledged!
Oh my gosh! I know where she lives - in my very own diocese!!! She only forgot to mention the Reiki and "energy healing" workshops. AAAAAH!
(is there really a place called the Slack Shack?!)
Nature dances with Moonbeams and Starlight, creating a ballet of exquisite balance and symmetry.Sounds like I'm gonna have to kick nature's a-- on the playground tomorrow.
Sister, do you know Sr. Joan Sobala?
Anon - oh yes! We shared a hotel room over the 1998 National Call to Action weekend. If you run into her, tell "Jumpin' Joan Flash" that "The Flying Nun" says hello. She'll know what you mean! :-)
I can almost hear your voice Sister.
Now I know she is fictitious....living at the motherhouse.
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