Sunday, February 28, 2010

Like Honey

There is a bird who sings a song here which has lyrics. They are this:
You're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet.
He is singing this song this morning and I think he must be singing it to the day because it is a most beautiful one, this day, filled with sunlight and crisp air and everything which appears dead and brown, if inspected carefully, shows signs of impending bursting.
And of course there are the camellias, already burst, and they are sweet, they are sweet, they are sweet.

We finished up the play last night and that was sweet too. Bitter-sweet but sweet. It went well, it went fine. Our audience was large and they laughed. I think we all pushed it to our extremes and we had fun. There was an FSU film class there, filming. Not us, not the play. No. They were looking for ghosts in the supposedly haunted old Opera House. They wanted us to talk about ghostly sightings we may have had there while we, the cast, wanted to talk about what we'd just done- what all these months of work and play had resulted in, the little jokes, the way we have all felt bonded together. I think the camera crew missed the point- if there are ghosts at the Opera House, they are there because they like what's happening all around them, they loved the stage too much to give it up for eternity.
Well. That's what I think. Plus, they were annoying the very living shit out of me. They finally left, leaving us to talk and laugh and eat our cold manicotti, leftover from the dinner.
It was sweet.

And today we will go to church to watch my grandson and his mama get baptized and that will be sweet too. The sprinkling of water, the charging of the congregation to help with the raising of that boy. It's all symbolic, of course. That congregation is not going to be the ones to help with Owen's raising. But it's nice to think that they may be there should they be needed. Most of our family will be there and there is no reason on this earth not to celebrate Owen and what he has meant for our family. None. Sweetness there, too.

He'll be dressed in a long white dress which his other grandmother made for him before he was born, just for this one purpose. And that is sweet.
Everything having to do with Owen is sweet. Everything having to do with my family has sweetness to it.

And now it's time for me to dress, put on another sort of costume to go visit another church, one which does not have the words "Batshit Crazy" in its name. And I'll get to see my children, my grandson, hold my husband's hand.

Sweetness.

And you're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet to come by here today, to read this.

Thank-you.

Now go on. It's Sunday. Be sweet.

16 comments:

  1. Aw. Have so much fun today Ms. Moon! Owen is getting so big! I can't believe how much he is growing!

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  2. Any joining of community is nice, I think. Well. Not a lynching, or anything.

    But I think if you scratch the surface, you'll find the crazy closer than you'd expect :)

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  3. Your post is sweet, you're sweet, and thanks for the smiles this morning. Hope you have a wonderful day with your family.

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  4. oh, mary, i have those same birds in my yard ~ they usually sing the phrase 3 or 5 times (hardly ever an even number ~ why?): you're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet ~ and i always sing it back to them!

    have a sweet day with your beautiful family.

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  5. Cute little guy, hope you had a great day today :o)

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  6. I love the idea that the ghosts are here not to haunt, but to stay in the places that brought the most joy. Sweet idea.

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  7. I for one can't wait to hear how it all goes at the church!
    Blessings on little Owen and his mama! And blessings on you, dear Ms. Moon.

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  8. What makes those film students think you can video ghosts? That's just dumb.

    Lily and Owen are two of the sweetest faces in the southeast at this very moment, I'm sure.

    Sweet Batshit Crazy Sunday Ms. Moon

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  9. I think that bird is in my backyard as well, this sunny, cool and clear day.

    Happy Batshit Crazy Sunday to you, Ms. Moon!

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  10. no, you are.
    I'll try today though.
    Sweet sweet sweet.

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  11. The Baptism of a baby is sweet. you're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet.

    ...P.S....Today, I was able to type the word verification with only one hand......I WIN!!

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  12. AJ- He is the CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD! Seriously. And I am not prejudiced.

    Jo- Oh. You have no idea.

    Mel- It was wonderful to be with my family.

    Lulumarie- I should know this- are they cardinals? I knew once but I forgot.
    And you ARE sweet.

    Lisa- It has been.

    Bucko- It had its moments.

    Nancy C- Why not?

    Angie M- I'll report in on that after I do a few Batshit Crazy Rituals outside where it is gorgeous.

    Michelle- Well, those students were young, plus they got a lot of free wine. So...
    Sweet Sunday to you, too!

    Maggie May- She is singing to you!

    Elizabeth- And to you!

    Bethany- You are ALWAYS sweet in my book.

    Rebecca- You DO win! Ha!

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  13. Hey ya'll

    Hope church was sweet... oddly, we were at church today too! Something we never do. Harley has been asking about it, so we went to the Unitarian Church. Not sure how I feel about it, but Griff likes the playgroup.

    Congrats Owen!

    Also, just as an added weird note, Marc and I used to hear a bird that said "Ropes Pierre! Ropes Pierre!" We mused about who it was for the longest time and finally found out, it was a Cardinal.

    Happy Sunday!
    xo

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  14. That cardinal was singing "You're sweet" here today too. Spring is coming!

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