Love will keep us together (well, love and a few other things)

When the subway art trend hit popular culture, I was as enamored as the next gal. I was attracted to the funky art styles and even printed a few Eighteen25 fun ones for teacher gifts. I also liked the idea of a family rules type sign for our home. As I searched Pinterest and Etsy, though, I found that the ones readily available for purchase didn't quite reflect our family's attitude. I don't really need a sign in our main hallway reminding us to brush teeth or wash hands. I was looking for something with a little more depth of character.

I realized what I really wanted was a sign that stated the traits James and I wanted our family to embody. Once I decided this, I kept a few index cards of ideas floating around with me. I would jot down a character trait to highlight after hearing a great reading at Mass or after having a conversation with a friend.

Then I discovered Zazzle.com. This site lets you design your own sign and print it in one of several ways. You probably already knew about this site, but here in the House of Lame, we're always behind the 8 ball, so to say. I started working on my design and quickly realized the other very important aspect that bothered my psyche about the ready made subway art - I gravitate toward straight lines and organized design. The cacophony of fonts and squished words in most subway art just makes my head hurt. Enter my own personal, just for our family design.

WellsKrewe is our long time family moniker and is a nod toward my New Orleans heritage full of Mardi Gras Krewes (social groups that host parades). It's this term that friends and family use to refer to the whole lot of us and it seemed perfect for this sign. This sign describes who we are and what we'll become - ultimately the Domestic Church we are called to be.

We strive to be loving, be truthful, be joyful, be considerate, be thankful, be wise, and be peaceful.  If we can successfully achieve these criteria, we'll all be living happily and contented.  James and I have started picking a scripture passage to flesh out each trait. The reading matches how that trait should be exemplified by each of us in our home. For example, John 15:12 tells us, "This is my commandment: love one another as I love you."  While there are numerous scriptures regarding the topic of love, this one simply states what is expected and therefore it's perfect for us.

What traits would your family put on a tailor made subway art sign???

We remember, we celebrate, we believe!

***About that new header picture....I took that photo during our last ice storm. The ravine is close to my office complex and the trees were so beautiful covered in ice. As the winds would blow, sections of the wheat colored grass would just collapse under the ice weight. The moment was both peaceful and eerie.***

Jazz has been assisting me with a huge project for our church.  We are making about 40 poncho style robes for the coming Lent and Easter seasons.   Jazz used the alphabet stitch feature on my machine to create size labels for all of the robes.  I cut the robes and ran the edges through my serger.  The necklines were finished with bias tape for a more sturdy product.  All the white robes are now complete and the purple robes are in the serging phase of the process.  I've offered to let Jazz serge, but I think she's afraid of the machine speed :)

Each year, those choosing to study the faith and enter fully into the Catholic Church participate in the initiation programs such as RCIA or Catholics Come Home.  Our church also has a wonderful program for younger children entering the Church that is geared toward their level of understanding and attentiveness.  These programs culminate at the Easter Vigil Mass when those studying, known as Catechumens, are brought fully into the Church family.  Depending on the size of the Catechumen class, this Mass can be very lengthy - think 4 hours.  The Mass begins very solemnly and transitions into almost a party atmosphere as we celebrate.

During Holy Week (the week leading up to Easter), the Catechumens wear the purple robes to visually remind the entire parish of the importance of the Lenten Season.  They will attend the Vigil Mass wearing these robes and, following the Baptism celebration, will be robed in the white of rebirth and renewal.  Those having been baptized leave the sanctuary to change into dry clothing and return to the worship center donned in white.  As this occurs, our parish family is standing to greet them and usually singing Festival Canticle, a song about the victory of our Lord.  I love the line, we remember, we celebrate, we believe, because the whole Mass calls us to remember the journey of our newest members.  We celebrate with them and we are reminded of the enormity of our belief and our faith.

I am always reminded of a very special Easter Vigil Mass in 1995, when Mr. Neoclassic joined our faith in full communion.  Having already been baptized into a Christian religion, he celebrated the Sacraments of Eucharist and Confirmation.  And the proof is in this one Polaroid of the event!

I love his baby face.  And my closed eyes.

(And my early 90's hot pink.)

What will you celebrate this Easter season??

Post title from Festival Canticle by Richard Hillert

Gentle mother, peaceful dove

The Annunciation by Francisco de Goya

Image from Art.com

Today, the Catholic church recognizes the visit of the Angel Gabriel to Mary and her willingness to accept that which she surely didn't fully understand. The readings of the day are carefully chosen to reflect this day - The Solemnity of the Annunciation of the Lord:

Isaiah 7 & 8 (parts only here):

Therefore the Lord himself will give you this sign:
the virgin shall be with child, and bear a son,
and shall name him Emmanuel,
which means “God is with us!”

Psalm 40:

Here I am, Lord; I come to do your will.

Luke 1: 26-38 (parts only here):

And coming to her, he said,
“Hail, full of grace! The Lord is with you.”

Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.
May it be done to me according to your word.”

I heard these readings during women's Bible Study this morning and found myself revisiting the words and messages throughout my day.  I met a great friend for coffee and long overdue conversation.  I spoke with my own mother and shared funny vignettes from our home's last few days.  During all of the little parts of my normal "mothering" today, I reflected on this great event, this young woman's willingness to be mother for us all.

I also let the idea of mother remind me of the wonderful mothers I know: my own (of course), my mother-in-law (hysterical), my sister, and fabulous friends.   All these inspirational women that make my own mothering journey more fun, more sensible, more loving, and more palatable (just being honest).   Women my own age who are in the same stages of mothering adventures and women who have "been there, done that" and offer valuable hindsight thoughts; women who love this crazy adventure as much as I do and are as thankful to the Lord for the opportunity.

Many years ago, while hugely pregnant with my third child (Jazz), I reluctantly rolled (literally) out of bed and dressed for Mass.  I was tired, achy, hurting some, and not wanting to leave the comfort of my bed and my fuzzy jammies.  As I left Mass, a wonderful member of our congregation stopped me to offer words of encouragement.  With eight children of her own, she had much encouragement to offer!  I just remember her holding my hands and reminding me that my state of pregnancy just meant that, like Mary, I'd said YES and allowed the Lord to create something of his own within me.  For just a brief period of time (although those nine months don't always seem brief), we turn ourselves over for His use and become something wonderful in the process - mothers.

I let that and other encouraging memories of conversations had and experiences shared color my day and make it more joyful.  I made cookies with the four year old "just because" and skipped more laundry loads in favor of downloading silly music and dancing up and down the hallways with my girls.  We danced to the LEGO movie's Everything is Awesome, some Bruno Mars favorites to remind us that we're great Just the Way you Are, a few Frozen movie themes, and Katie Perry's Roar.  Because sometimes a mother roars.  Sometimes a lot.

And we danced.  Badly.  And laughed.  Loudly.  And rejoiced that motherhood gave me all this.

Celebrate your motherhood today!

Today's post title from Hail Mary: Gentle Woman by Carey Landry

Live a life worthy of your calling

Mr. Neoclassic and I are taking an exciting journey together.  We used our weekly "date night" to join with many other married couples in our church parish to begin a video series all about marriage.  The series is titled Partners on the Journey and is described on its webpage with the following blurb:

Partners on the Journey is a Christian marriage enrichment DVD and study series that combines a Catholic theology of marriage with findings from scientific research, to offer couples both inspiration and practical help. The inspiration comes from the riches of the Catholic faith that give meaning to marriage as a Vocation, a Covenant, and a Sacrament. 

Our first session, held last weekend, included a social hour with discussion questions for each table, a short video presentation, a wonderful witness talk by one of the couples, and a few more in-depth questions.  The evening's topic was Marriage as Vocation - a calling from God with a challenge to respond.  We explored how this Vocation includes a call to Union when we transition from I to We.  A call to Holiness occurs when we, individually, join God's desire for each of us to become self-giving.  Further discussion showed that, through marriage, we experience Wholeness by becoming our most authentic selves with our spouses.  This is the part where we learn marriage isn't all roses and fancy dinners out, but really is that whole "in sickness/ health, for richer/ poorer, for better/ worse" stuff.  (And wasn't that a hard lesson some days!)  Lastly, we looked at marriage as a call to Sharing Life as we welcome children, care for our community, and/ or become vocal in our visions of the world.

The team of couples coordinating this Marriage Enrichment Ministry was quick to point out that this is not a marriage counseling event or a "how to fix a marriage" ministry.  Rather, we are invited to explore the faith teachings supporting marriage, share among other couples, delve into our own relationships, and, most importantly, have a great time together.

We are both looking forward to the remainder of our Journey series and our time together!

Today's blog post title is taken from a very old hymn (from the 70's!) that I remember singing in Mass. I cannot find reference to it anymore, which is sad.  I think the title is There is One Lord, One Faith.  Papa?  Care to chime in on this one?  I know you have the answer!

Jesus in disguise

Happy New Year to all my friends and family! You may have noticed that no Christmas greeting card was sent from this Domestic Church. It was on the list of things to do....but the picture taking attempt was abysmal and time became short and precious. My hope is to send Valentine Cards to all we know, reminding them how much we love and appreciate them.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Meanwhile, back in the Domestic Church, we spent our weeks off together laughing and lounging in pajamas. As we prepared to reenter the worlds of school and work, we celebrated Epiphany a day early with wonderful readings during Mass. I really enjoy how our Church coordinates the Old Testament, the Psalms, the New Testament, and the Gospel readings each Sunday to present a unified message. (Sunday's readings are listed here, if you are interested.) One of our newest deacons proclaimed the Gospel and delivered a spectacular homily. He traced a bit of the Kings' paths across desert lands and pointed out their unfailing desire to pay homage to an unknown King - one of a different ethnicity and of possibly a different god. He pointed out their willingness to accept this unknown child as an equal.

Then Deacon Dave reminded us all that we are called to accept one another as equals - each made in the image of God.

That hit home in this household of "he's teasing me!", "she's taunting me!", and so on.

During dinner Sunday evening, we revisited the message of the homily and readings. We discussed it's impact and implication on not only our family, but also the people of our community and workplaces. Frankly, we don't always agree or like those we work alongside.  Do you? Be honest :)

Jazz perked up and interjected, "it's like Jesus in Disguise!"

I think I heard angels singing as I realized my daughter was quoting song lyrics. Yes! The crazy gene is definitely spreading into the next generation. I praised her for quoting Brandon Heath's lyrics.

"Oh, no, Mama. That's from Diary of a Wimpy Kid."

Crushed. I'm so crushed!

To brighten your day on a cold, blustery day, here's a sunny surprise:

We are expected to hit a record low tomorrow.  Apparently, we've not been this cold since 1890something or another.  Since it doesn't come with snow or pretty ice drenched foliage, I am planning to stay inside and bundled, clutching mugs of hot coffee or tea, and dreaming of steamy August days.  Those of you experiencing "real winter" (i.e. Aunt Karen), you are allowed to roll your eyes and laugh.

Be warm.

Today's post title from Brandon Heath's Jesus in Disguise, or from Diary of a Wimpy Kid , depending on your level of crazy.

She's in love with the boy

Check out his awesome smile!

The more I read about Pope Francis' visions for our Church, the more excited I am to be a Catholic in today's world.  We have a compassionate, humble man to lead us - and he's proving to be a man determined to get his job done.

While I read all the articles I can find concerning his interviews, speeches, blessings, etc, I was impressed by this article.  I'm linking to it at the Catholic News Agency, but I saw it similarly on NBC, Huffington Post, and a few others.  In the article, he states:

“The most serious of the evils that afflict the world these days are youth unemployment and the loneliness of the old,” he said. “The old need care and companionship; the young need work and hope but have neither one nor the other…This, to me, is the most urgent problem that the Church is facing.”

I was especially intrigued by his inclusion of the young.  It's not surprising, given his involvement in the 2013 World Youth Day.  The homily he gave that day is here.  After spending many days with a group of teens, I am convinced they long to make a difference and take their rightful place in leadership.

Just a few days ago, a friend from Church approached me and spoke of her vision for a new ladies guild.  At our parish, the women's groups are called guilds and each is named for a Saint appropriate to the vision of the guild.  Collectively, the guilds work together to support the parish, it's missions, and one another.  That said, all of the existing guilds were started years ago (decades ago, really) and the vast majority of the members are more mature.

Look, Eileen, I showed tact :)

My girlfriend desires to form a new guild of women still in the raising family stage.  After much prayer, she told me, she feels the guild should support our parish youth.  How exactly, we aren't sure.  But Pope Francis' vision will certainly guide us.  I am looking forward to being a part of something new, wonderful, prayerful, and - given the other women interested - uproariously fun.

Today's post title from Trisha Yearwood's She in love with the boy.

I want to go where you lead me to

I'd originally planned to do a whole series of posts detailing our mission trip, but then something wonderful happened. I was asked to write an article about the trip, including stories of the work done, lessons learned and impressions made on the youth. My friend and fellow chaperon, Justin, works with the diocesan Office of Social Ministries and hoped that my article could be used to encourage other area churches to plan a ministry trip for their own youth.

Imagine my surprise when I saw this yesterday:

Let's look a bit closer, shall we:

Check me out!  I'm in print!

I was so excited to put together my thoughts and report our days of work and fun.  I love to write (y'all knew that part, right?)  I was also very touched by the people I met, the youth I worked alongside, and the Social Justice themes we explored.  I find myself rethinking all items our family uses, including food, to determine if there's a way for us to purchase it "fair trade" but affordably, or to find a way to do without it completely.

Before I blather on endlessly.....here's the article, followed by my favorite shots of the trip.

In mid August, 16 members of the Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church Senior Youth Group loaded a bus bound for the Eastern Shore of Virginia.  Fueled by the Spirit, friendships, deep faith, and numerous bags of chips, these youth were eager to serve the migrant population.

St. Charles parish in Cape Charles generously housed the youth and chaperones in the parish hall.  The week’s activities were chosen to reflect and instill the seven themes of Catholic Social Teaching.  The days were filled with service activities and the evenings were filled with witness talks, discussions of Social Teachings, and prayer. 

One morning was spent gleaning potatoes to provide food for migrant families and to offer the youth the experience of the migrant worker.  Two thousand pounds of potatoes were then brought to a local migrant camp and distributed with smiles and encouragement.

Another morning was spent collecting trash from the parking lots and beaches of Kiptopeke State Park.  Working in teams, the youth enjoyed the majesty of the beach and waters while providing a necessary service for the park rangers and the public.

A hot, sticky afternoon was spent picking and boxing peaches at a local farm.  Two migrant camps and a senior housing complex benefited from the harvest. 

Additional activities afforded the youth opportunities to explore the themes concerning dignity of the human person, call to community, and option for the vulnerable.  While learning that the Migrant Head Start program provides medical and dental attention, the youth entertained the children with skits, sing alongs, and outdoor play.  The group also visited a local home for the aged and provided the residents with music and conversation. 

The Mission Trip ended with an evening Mass at one migrant camp.  While the altar was prepared for Mass, the youth again entertained the camp children by reading books, playing chase, simply cuddling, and repairing toys.  The joy in the faces of the children and the youth reflected the absolute presence of the Spirit.

At the end of the trip, the youth were asked for their reflections of the mission experience.  Several responded that, for the first time, they truly understood the term privileged and they would never take running water, a full stomach, or medical care for granted.  One young man stated that the trip was about meeting the poor and humble and that “to humble ourselves to their work and coexist with them was a really joyful experience.” 

The youth agreed that their role was to bring their experiences back to their community and become the voices of the migrant workers.  They are now the hands and feet of Christ. 

At the Migrant Head Start school.

I've blurred the young girl's face for privacy reasons.

At the Migrant Head Start school.

The children adored having big people play with them

and give them one on one attention.

After cleaning the Kiptopeke beach. 

The backdrop of LOVE just says it all!

At the senior home.

These three convinced the home's most cantankerous

resident to enjoy a manicure and lively conversation!

The group sporting their "Gone Outreaching"  tee shirts.

During the trip's closing Mass, these two young men repaired

bikes and toys for the camp's children.  While they didn't get much out

of Mass, they got so much out of their service.

I'm honored to have been able to tell our little story and I'm so impressed by our young men and women.  They served beautifully and supported one another awesomely.  I see them at Mass and my whole face lights up as my heart remembers their selfless giving.

Today's post title from Matt Maher's Just Like You

For justice, for freedom, for mercy, hear our prayer

When I tell friends that I spent six joyous, spirit filled, calming days constantly surrounded by high school youth, I receive blank stares and offers to drive me to the emergency room for psychiatric evaluation. But it's really true. I was blessed with the awesome opportunity to serve as a chaperon for the youth mission trip to Virginia's Eastern Shore.  I gained Classic Rock's blessing when I promised not to hover and to allow him his "space" with his friends.  I think he was happy to have me there when he realized he'd forgotten toothpaste. A mama is always needed.

On a hot and muggy afternoon, we loaded 17 young men and ladies among stacks of potato chips, granola bars and sleeping bags. After our group prayer for safe travel and successful work, our pastor wished us luck and waved us goodbye. We were graciously housed by a Catholic church in Cape Charles which was centrally located to our many adventures. After the unpacking and grocery shopping, we settled for evening prayer. The theme of the week was Social Justice. Our church emphasizes seven themes, or guidelines, and our activities were chosen to reflect and instill those teachings.

These seven themes are as follows (and more detailed information is found here):

• Life and Dignity of the Human Person
• Call to Family, Community, and Participation
• Rights and Responsibilities
• Option for the Poor and Vulnerable
• Dignity of Work and the Rights of Workers
• Solidarity
• Care for God's Creation

Our first day started with the gleaning of potatoes.  Along with much of the produce available in the US, potatoes are gleaned by migrant workers.  Some are undocumented immigrants.  Our three hours of gleaning allowed us to experience what a typical worker's day might be like.  We learned that meant limited water breaks, limited bathroom breaks, oppressively hot and dusty conditions, and back breaking poses.

In all hardships of life, we strive to find the bright side or the

cloud's silver lining.  One young man found the bright side of gleaning
with this awesome potato! 

Following a quick stop at our "home" for clean up and lunch, we visited a migrant camp to deliver the 2000 pounds we'd collected.  Yep, that says 2000.

I wanted to respect the residents and didn't take pictures of them accepting bags.

I did not realize until visiting the camp that the families do not have separate bathrooms.

The entire community (maybe 100 or more families) shares a common bath house.

They also share a common kitchen building. 

Their houses are really rectangular, cinder block buildings divided into four units.

One family per unit, and most are without air conditioning units.

During that evening's prayer the youth minister asked the group for their impressions of the day.  Many reported their shock at seeing the conditions of the camp.  The inhabitants were joyful people, but still people living a difficult and hard life.  Several responded that, for the first time, they truly understood the term privileged and they would never take running water, a full stomach, or medical care for granted.  One young man stated that the trip was about meeting the poor and humble and that “to humble ourselves to their work and coexist with them was a really joyful experience.”  Another expressed that potatoes will never again taste good because he now understands that migrant workers are treated horribly.  The youth agreed that their role was to bring their experiences back to their community and become the voices of the migrant workers.  They are now the hands and feet of Christ.  

Today's post title from the hymn There is a Longing.

Ask the beauty of the Earth

As we welcome the slow-to-join-us-this-year Spring weather, we are finding ourselves outside as much as possible to plant new shrubs, tend the burgeoning gardens, and finish a few projects.  St. Francis' venue got a little face lift with the addition of a glider and shrubbery.  Classic Rock and Zydeco finished a fence under the supervision of Mr. Neoclassic.  Jazz and I headed up the weeding brigade by attacking the various little butterfly and flower gardens we've created over the years.

In the beginning, she would weed furiously for ten minutes, then head off to a lovely little shade garden she designated as this year's Fairy Garden.  I had great plans to download ideas and pictures for her, but true to her nature, she charged in and used whatever was handy to form little houses and mini gardens for the fairies.  

During a longer stretch of weeding in a daylily bed, Jazz became frustrated and a bit whiny.  She asked why we can't just leave the weeds and Bermuda grass runners in the garden beds.  I thought about that for a moment then reminded her that, just as in our faith, we really need to take out the yucky, choking weeds so that the beauty of the flowers/ shrubs will be truly visible.  I reminded her about the story in Matthew where John the Baptist reminds the people that Jesus will need the wheat, not the chaff, to succeed in His mission.  She listened and thought about it for a while, then said, "so, it's like looking at the things you've done or said and deciding what was good and what was bad.  If it's bad and not nice, then you try to change it next time.  That's what Jesus wants from us, right?"

That's it exactly it, my sweet freckled girl.  I wish I could always remember to make it that simple.

She lasted with the weeding only only few minutes before running back to the Fairy Garden.  I bet He went with her, too, and rejoiced in her beauty.

Today's post title from Sarah Hart's Restless

Lord, I'm sorry; please forgive me

Dear Lord,

Several weeks ago, I joyously celebrated the Sacrament of Reconciliation. This time, our new pastor was present to assist me. You know that I enjoy this opportunity to reflect and pray, and in the past I've celebrated with sweet little Fr. Peter [he's actually little, so it's okay to say that]. Fr. Peter has always made this celebration wonderful by including hugs, wonderful words of encouragement and the direction to always remember that I am Holy and Happy in You. Just direction - that was key.

Celebrating with Fr. John David was also wonderful and I thank you for the experience. Unfortunately, Fr. John David didn't get your most Holy and Important memo about penance [for me] being "a reminder" and not "a task". I left with directions to "BE STILL AND KNOW" several times daily over the next two weeks.

You know me, Lord...when am I ever STILL in order to KNOW? I tried each day to sit. I focused on a cherished cross; I focused on the Pieta statue left to us by my grandmother; and I read the daily assigned Gospel in order to provide a focus point of thought. Inevitably, I found myself nodding off, making a grocery list, mentally reviewing the list of things to do (in it's Excel form, of course), or being interrupted by a small blond creation of your making.

A month into this time of Penitential Zen and I was no closer to finishing up this "task". Until today....

Because today, I spent two hours of Penitential Zen pretending to be a princess Mama. I had to dress the part, including shoes with heels and a princess hat (see blond braided hat above). I was chosen to be the carriage driver for the horse drawn carriage that took us to the ball. That's right - a ball. Where I had to dance - one, two, three, one, two, three - and have light refreshments - which I had to provide as there's no servant here. Oh wait, it's me. A ball that included an art lesson with an attitudinal tutor who didn't appreciate my folk art approach to sketching.

Therefore, due to the aforementioned hours of Zen, I am declaring us even. The whole penance thing is done. Completed. Fulfilled. There will be no more.

I will still read your daily Gospels and discuss them with my children. That keeps me Holy and Happy in You and I like that. As for Reconciliation, though, I think I'll be checking the priest assignments from now on. I'm just sayin'.

Your loving Servant and refreshment provider,

Princess Mama

Today's post title from Tom Booth's/ Jenny Pixler's/ Anothony Kuner's Sacred Silence.  This song is the best bedtime lullaby, by the way.

Teach me to walk in your way

I am excited to share with you an activity from our last parish faith formation night - People of Faith. Each month, members of the parish family join for a meal, fellowship, learning and worship. Usually, after the meal and an opening activity, the different age groups separate for age-appropriate learning sessions. This time, we stayed together as families and joined with others for a wonderful activity.

Each table was given a Gospel story to read and each person at the table had a worksheet with the activity.  After reading the Gospel story together, each person turned the sheet over to find the beginning of a Catholic prayer - the Hail Mary**.

Hail Mary, full of grace

the Lord is with you

Blessed are you among women,

and blessed is the fruit of your womb,

JESUS...

Then, rather than the remainder of the prayer, we saw the word WHO.  We were to think about the story we'd read, consider it's message to us and then complete the thought -

Jesus, WHO...

For example, one of the stories we heard that evening was Jesus meeting Zacchaeus and the tax collector's repentance.  The activity followed, with each person writing their own individual thoughts:

Hail Mary, full of grace

the Lord is with you

Blessed are you among women,

and blessed is the fruit of your womb,

JESUS...

WHO...

 -showed mercy to a sinner just as he would show mercy to me.

-invited the outcast to join him

-encourages me to say I am sorry

-wants me to always be in communion with Him

As the activity continued around the room, we heard many different expressions and interpretations of the same stories.  We shared our table with great friends and enjoyed hearing their statements of faith.

This is a simple activity that can be incorporated into family prayer time or meal time.  As food is served, one child could read a story aloud.  After a few moments of reflection, each family member could share their feelings concerning the story's message.  

**[For my non-Catholic friends, the beginning verses of this prayer are taken from the Angel's words to Mary announcing that she is with child and from Mary's visit to Elizabeth shortly thereafter.]

Today's post title from Joe Pinson's Come to My Heart

Teach your children well

I am so excited to be over at Chocolate On My Cranium today! Cocoa generously asked me to be a part of her Establish a House series and this month's focus is teaching our children morality. Please go visit her and read my ramblings about this funnel....

Today's post title (here and there) from Peter Paul and Mary