menstrudrama

well it would appear my stressing and worrying over possible tension ridden friendship was all for naught and no doubt a product of my hormone addled body. ain't PMT a bitch!

yesterday spent three and a half hours dropping leaflets through letter boxes across the Holywood Hills for the green party NI. for those who don't know the location, that's kind of like doing three and half hours of stairmaster. in the rain. upside, apart from the obvious political self satisfaction, was getting up close to some amazing properties. man there are some wealthy people up in there them hills. though shalt not covet they neighbour's 4 storey georgian townhouse!

this week i shall be mostly preparing for next weekend's ikon, ::virgin territory::
mojo firmly back in place, i am buzzing with excitement for this one. we're going glam. we're celebrating the flesh as radiant. i'm bringing anais nin. footloose. rufus. padraig's bringing st john of the cross. ricky's bringing walt whitman. where else could we do this. be this. i love it.

speaking of rufus, fabulous pics of the queen of queens at jude's blog - see right. roll on belfast on 18 May.

i'll come back later with something more poetic. in the meantime here's a gem of quote from my favourite theologian - dear freddie b, which i guess could be a mission statment for ikon:

a wedding. a handshake. a kiss. a coronation. a parade. a dance. a meal. a graduation.a Mass. a ritual is the performance of an intuition, the rehearsal of a dream. the playing of a game.
a sacrament is the breaking thorugh of the sacred into the profane; a ritual is the ceremonial acting out of the profane in order to show forth its sacredness.
a sacrament is God offering his holiness to men; a ritual is men raising up the holiness of their humanity to God.

from Frederick Beuchner's "wishful thinking: a theological ABC", New York: Harper & Row, 1973.

blessings -
x.