Yes, indeed, I'm back at my doobla themed postin' again. My thoughts just naturally blended the two. SO THIS BONE CHURCH!!! Although this may not be your groove, you've got to appreciate the awesomeness of this place. Skot from Leper told us about it back in October, and lo and behold, the rusty gears in de ol' pink in da head finally recalled to check it out. (Someone told me that the brain is pink, yes, but turns grey immediately upon contact with oxygen-er maybe vice versa, anyways, I found it upsetting). Soooooooo, this church. It's in the Czech Republic and what a story! Apparently, back in the way back, someone went to Jerusalem and gathered up some dirt from Calvary. They brought it back to this little church and sprinkled it there and chaos ensued. Everyone saw it as sacred ground and wanted to be buried there. Then the bubonic plague came along and there came about 30,000 corpses needing a home. So a half-blind monk decided to create an "ossuary" in the basement of this sacred ground church. Soon an artist was employed to get creative with da bones. Sorry if this bores you to anger, but it's so up my alley. I used to hang out in the graveyard alone quite often, and relish in death obsession. Why I ask? My only guess is I was looking for the elusive 3 (where did I come from, why am I here, where to when I perish?). I guess I wanted death to be the only thing that made any sense..(I was immediately wearing a long black gown and smoking and endless cigarette when I typed that last line). Graveyards are still cool but I'm not looking for any answers in them these days. Lately all I can do is scream inside "HUNDREDFOLD!!!!" God's promise of hundredfold blessings is endlessly on my mind of late. All the little things! What a marvel to be released from the fear of not knowing! I get into bed and can't sleep from the barrage of thoughts. He puts such crazy love in us and helps me see what I once missed. Thinking on it all is exhausting. Like a big bright slideshow; and some of it slips into dreams, and He tells us things in such beautiful ways. He knew what He was talking about when He told us to go into our room and shut the door to talk with Him. What a privilege...Just ranting away to Papa. And the Barbies...I was sitting here typing this post when my record-breaking split ends crawled into view. I couldn't take it. I got the hair chopping scissors and hacked them off. Only and inch er so, but a milestone for me. See, I think it's real neat, cuttin' hair. And once I start, I scare myself. I don't want to stop. I referenced the Barbie photos because of a bit of an incident in grade school. My friend had ultimate-Barbie-everything-universe in her basement and I hated this fact so one day I chopped all their hair..every Barbie in the joint. It was ugly and Angela was a not pleased with me. Mohawk Barbie was all the rage that day. JEEPERS this is long, farewell.
