Dream: Last night I dreamed that I was going into holy orders. I was hugging my family and friends good-bye, and I felt very happy and excited about it. I remember the entire dream as being suffused with joy.

This will never happen within the Catholic Church, but you can find a Gnostic or Independant Catholic Bishop who will ordain you (it is possible).

I think I have a ways to go before I'm truly ready, but I do take the dream as a sign that somewhere, deep inside myself, I have made a commitment, and I'm very glad of that.

Chantal

Someone asks why the poem is about God's sword maiming women.

Was this person reading the same poem??

--Kris

Kris--That's exactly what I was wondering. *sigh*

Chantal

Kris--I got some clarification on the maiming bit. Looks like the guy misread 'married' as 'maimed.' So at least I know I wasn't saying anything I didn't mean to say in the poem.

Interestingly enough, I substituted the reference to marriage with the word 'wife' before I saw the comment.

Chantal

Ahah, the twin joys of misreading a sentence and jumping to conclusions. :)

--Kris

I've done that myself a few times, with amusing misperceptions, but I can't remember any examples off-hand. Being near-sighted has its hidden humorous side benefits.

Chantal

::snicker::

I'll raise your near-sightedness and add encroaching hearing loss. Mom will sometimes stop me in mid-sentence, and ask me what I've said. Recently I was raving about a recipe I'd found for mayo-less potato salad, made with prosciutto and truffle oil.

She glared at me and asked, "What are you going to shoot oil into?"

That's the mildest of her reactions. I've heard a couple from her that range from the merely hilarious to the obscene.

--Kris

Then there's the wonderful world of typing errors. The one I tend to commit the most often is to type 'passing wind' instead of 'passing wine' or leaving the 'o' out of 'count.' *rolls eyes*

Chantal