The Irish Good Bye

Recently, my family was at a party and some of the guests left without saying good bye.  My Things snorted and said, “Well, that was an Irish good bye.”  I had never heard the phrase.  While watching the TV series Schitt’s Creek yesterday, one of the characters mentioned  the  “French exit”.  It turns out they are the same thing.  Americans implicate the Irish and the Canadians and Brits finger the French.

Per Urban Dictionary, “the irish [sic] exit refers to the departure from any event without telling any friends, associates or acquaintances that one is leaving. It is almost always the result of being very inebriated/intoxicated.”  Here is a good article on this topic as well as the very millenial form of separation called “ghosting”.

In the case of the above noted party, intoxication was not the reason.
In other news, my DNA per revealed that I am about 29% Irish,  27% British, 33% Scandinavian, and the rest is Western European, including 6% Iberian Peninsula.  There was no German, which was odd because I was always told I was also German.  This later Iberian dollop did not show up in my father’s DNA, so we have to surmise it came from The Radish (sadly, she did not spit in her tube before passing away).  My Aunt SuSu had no Iberian Peninsula in her DNA.  Raftbuddy sent me this interesting article explaining why siblings get such varied DNA.  So, sisters, order your kits and let’s see who is the most Irish and who’s the most Iberian!    The truth will out!
I trust that none of my readers pulled an Irish exit yesterday!  My father, Big Mike, made my mother’s corned beef recipe, key lime pie, and soda bread.  You cannot believe what a fantastic, nourishing feast that was.  The potatoes, sadly, never made it to the party.  The Truth be told, I forgot to bring them.  The cabbage, however, was not missed.
Question for you:  Have you ever pulled an Irish goodbye and if so, what were the circumstances?  TELL THE TRUTH.


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Never Going Back to Malaysia

As today is St. Patrick’s Day, I reread my posts from the past on this day and truthfully, they were pretty darn good.  I really need not say more except that I have totally forgotten the face of my duende and need to find another one, this time perhaps in the yoga studio.   And I never heard the crazy drunken wedding song because I left the marathon festivities in the early evening.

Since snakes have featured heavily here over the past week, I am sharing  this article/video with you.  It is not for the faint of heart.  I cannot explain this behavior.  Thank you, St. Patrick, for ridding an entire country of them.

Congrats to my Irish sisters – MCVWasHere has run her 20th half marathon and MoodRingMomma has another Dawg in the house!


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“In the Yoga Sutras, Patanjali delineated the eight limbs of yoga. These precepts are intended as guidelines to living a life with meaning and purpose. They may be seen as a kind of map for seekers of greater happiness and spiritual fulfillment.

The first limb consists of the yamas, or universal ethical observances. The second of the five yamas is satya, or truthfulness. Like building blocks, each yama rests upon the foundation that the ones before it create. Satya follows ahimsa (non-violence), the first and most important of the yamas. Hence we cannot practice truthfulness without first considering the principle of non-harming. In telling the truth we should aim to cause the least harm possible. If speaking the truth will cause pain or suffering, then it may be best to remain silent.

So the practice of satya is not about blindly and heedlessly telling the truth regardless of consequences. It is much more about restraint: about taking our time and carefully considering our thoughts and words so that the way in which we express the truth is in harmony with ahimsa. Yoga is first and foremost a practice of awareness. Practicing satya in accordance with ahimsa requires awareness of the effect our words and thoughts have on others and ourselves.”

Christine Malossi, YogaU online

One cannot argue with this interpretation on how to apply the truth, can one?  St. Paul called it “speaking the truth in love” [Ephesians 4:15].


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The Way of Humanity

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.”

That’s Mahatma Gandhi with your inspirational quote of the day.


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Pole Dancing

I need to go back to those snakes in the desert for a hot minute.  The bronze snake Moses put on a pole served as a reminder to the ingrates of the very thing they repented from.  The last thing the Israelites wanted to be reminded of was a poisonous snake.  And yet it was the very thing that saved them.

If you had to put something on a pole to serve as an unpleasant reminder, a metaphorical snake bite or ass kicking, what would it be?  What would “pride” look like on a pole?  Smugness?  Self-righteousness?  Today we do not wear our hearts on our sleeves – unless it’s a tattoo – but I would not want my pole hanging out for everyone to see.  Good thing I prefer granny underpants to thongs …

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Mr. Bojangles

The truth is that yesterday’s post was a little sloppy.  I did a lousy job of connecting the dots.  Tying in the above-referenced song title was a bridge too far.  In my head, bhujanga (Sanskrit for cobra) translated to Mr. Bojangles, a minstrel.

The truth is that today has been a hard day.  The Devil really likes to show his fangs during Lent, a spiritual desert.  Intellectually, even though I know this, I am sometimes slow to catch on.  Truthfully.

Tomorrow will be a new day and I will have a fresh perspective.  In the meantime, keep the EPP and her family in your prayers.  We are not out of the desert yet.  The Devil sometimes like to do a soft shoe ….

Matthew 16:23, NRSV

“23 But he [Jesus] turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; for you are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things.”  




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Mr. Bhujangasana


God must be reading the blog because yesterday the readings in church were all about serpents, rebellious fools, healing, and the truth.  With some manna thrown in.

The first reading was Numbers 21:4-9.

“4 From Mount Hor they set out by the way to the Red Sea,[a] to go around the land of Edom; but the people became impatient on the way. The people spoke against God and against Moses, “Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? For there is no food and no water, and we detest this miserable food.Then the Lord sent poisonous[b]serpents among the people, and they bit the people, so that many Israelites died. The people came to Moses and said, “We have sinned by speaking against the Lord and against you; pray to the Lord to take away the serpents from us.” So Moses prayed for the people. And the Lord said to Moses, “Make a poisonous[c] serpent, and set it on a pole; and everyone who is bitten shall look at it and live.” So Moses made a serpent of bronze, and put it upon a pole; and whenever a serpent bit someone, that person would look at the serpent of bronze and live.”

I learned during the sermon that the Hebrew word for manna means “what’s this?”.  Don’t you love this definition?  According to Merriam-Webster, it can also mean “b:divinely supplied spiritual nourishment c : a usually sudden and unexpected source of gratification, pleasure, or gain“.   In any event, the heavenly fast food did not look like food;  the Isrealites, not satisfied with a bland diet, complained about their meal.  Unfulfilled expectations!  They were also supremely irritated about having to take the long way home.  So irritated were they, they thought enslavement might have been preferable (!).

The Gospel reading was John 3: 14-2.

14 And just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, 15 that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.[a]

16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.

17 “Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. 18 Those who believe in him are not condemned; but those who do not believe are condemned already, because they have not believed in the name of the only Son of God. 19 And this is the judgment, that the light has come into the world, and people loved darkness rather than light because their deeds were evil. 20 For all who do evil hate the light and do not come to the light, so that their deeds may not be exposed. 21 But those who do what is true come to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that their deeds have been done in God.”[b]

(Biblical poisonous serpents, it should be noted, have two upper jaw hollow point fangs and move slower than your average garden-variety snake.)

 Isn’t that always how it is?  Impatience, grumbling, taken down a peg or bit on the arse, repentance, prayer, healing.   The snake on a pole thing is weird  (potentially another blog post).  All the Israelites had to do was look at it – belief was not an antivenin.  Today it is though, mainly because not just anyone was lifted on a pole – it was the only Son of God.   Everyone can repent of their actions, but not everyone believes.
But before I even address “belief” (another topic for another day), it is the last part of the Gospel that I believe upon which most of humanity hinges.  Are you walking towards the light?  It seems to me that this part has to take place first, before belief is even an issue.  For the most part, humanity is seeking the good, the light, the truth.  Frequently, however, something like a one-eyed trouser snake sneaks into the picture and screws it all up.  (Just remember that in THE END, it is Mother Mary who crushes the wiley creature).
I could go on all day about the unclean, dirt eating creatures.  But I am going to soothe your frazzled nerves by suggesting you activate your first four chakras by practicing a little Cobra pose, Bhujangasana, a HEART opener.  Per my Yoga Toolbox book by Joseph and Lilian LePage, ” The snake represents the forces of the natural world.  As the cobra rises up, it represents opening to receive spiritual energy.  Grounded in the earth and open …. we meet life with a willingness to embrace all experiences, both positive and negative, as part of our process of learning and awakening.”
That seems a lot for a snake to assimilate but I am going with it, in whatever form it comes in: Crocheted, bronze, rubber, or …. perish the thought.


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