Mad Love Monday #20

A collection of all of the random things I loved on the internet in the previous week, and why you might love them, too. Or at least crush on them. The travel edition! Which means it took me three times as long as normal to get this together. Sigh. Let’s see: #1, check; #3, check; #4, check. Yup, I’m a blogcrastinator. Check out Michelle Russell’s post on Copyblogger to see what I’m talking about. Let me know which, if any, apply to you. This got me for three reasons: 1. The author, Barrie Davenport, summed up my preference for written versus verbal communication perfectly. 2. She made a clever reference to one of my favorite musicals I’ve never seen. 3. She gave me a map for moving beyond writing because I like it and writing as a means to serve others. Go check it out! Wow. Somebody followed me around and observed my procrastination habits. I think he’s exaggerating. I’ll put it on my to-do list to check it out. While on my cruise, I developed a mad crush on the pianist Katya Grineva. I had my picture taken with her and got an autographed copy of her CD. This Carnegie Hall repeat performer gives good keyboard. * * * Have a madly marvelous...

My Body is the Vatican

Yeah, I’m taking it up a notch. My body isn’t just my temple, it’s the freakin’ Vatican. And all other holy places. See, a couple of weeks ago I realized a life-long goal: visiting the Catholic holy of holies, the Sistine Chapel. It was crowded and overwhelming. People flouted the no talking/picture taking rules left and right. But it was beautiful. Beautiful and soul-stirring, and it was amazing to think that even before it had been cleaned and restored, it had the same effect on people. There are just some places where the Spirit of God is palpable, and this was one of them. What I took away from this is that my body holds the same potential. God’s Spirit lives within me, and it deserves a well-maintained, lovingly taken care of space. How this has shifted my mindset: It’s not vain or indulgent to get massages, facials, mani/pedis, etc. It is part of keeping my temple worthy of what inhabits it. It is not okay to beat it into submission through grueling workouts and starvation diets. No more whipping my body into shape, now it’s all about loving it into shape. I will be mindful of what I put in my mouth, and while I’m not swearing off pizza and beer I will be careful to provide mostly good nourishment. I will support my body so that the stress of being in this world doesn’t cause permanent damage. I’ve been back for about a week and it’s been two since I had this realization, and while I’ve felt the pull to go back to my old self-critical, disrespectful...