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Today is one of those days where a repeat of the infamous Butter Pecan Incident or equally infamous Italian Bread Hand Massacre seems likely. For those of my gentle readers who are not aware of the former two ... escapades, while getting butter pecan ice cream out of a container I managed to damage myself to the point where I a) passed out, b)needed stitches. The second involved slicing myself on the bread crust--not the knife, the crust. *sigh*

Today started by losing a battle with my bathrobe (clearly, it is smarter than me), and being so physically challenged that I have been forbidden to go near knives or stoves for the rest of the day. So, I'm sitting on my nice, safe (I hope) bed, watching the Bears, and getting ready to write out Christmas cards.

One lovely thing was discovered, though. The Vatican has announced that Hildegard of Bingen will be canonized, and she is being named a Doctor of the Church, which puts her in the same company as, among others, Augustine and Thomas Aquinas. She is only the fourth woman so recognized, and given her revolutionary position on any number of issues, I find it heartening, not to say remarkable. So my joy today comes primarily in connection with a woman who has been dead for nearly a millenium. But it is joy.



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Dec. 18th, 2011 03:52 pm (UTC)
ahhh. the Italian Hand Bread Massacre....I remember it like it was yesterday.

Miss you :-)
Dec. 18th, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
I have a friend who cut himself on fluffer nutter. Perhaps you are related.
Dec. 18th, 2011 06:09 pm (UTC)
i have stabbed my self and drew blood with BUTTTER

Hope your doing better

Dec. 18th, 2011 10:02 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I love the mystics! Love, joy, and other emotional connections are not limited to those who are alive, or even those we have known- very appropriate for a mystic :)

now I have to see if I can find a bit of poem...
Dec. 19th, 2011 03:17 am (UTC)
Mary Oliver on Shelley
ha- found it!


It's where she says "I love this poet, which means nothing here or there, but is like a garden in my heart. So my love is a gift to myself." that I was thinking of, but this is one of my favorite poems. It begins with the salt and ends with the sweet.

Dec. 26th, 2011 06:50 am (UTC)
Oh YES! Go Hildegard!
Not on LJ often enough to be timely.
Attack bathrobes are the worst.
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