PETER  AND  ANDREW 

[For a homily for this morning - this 3rd Sunday after Easter - I decided to tell a story. I was working on a sermon for this Mass - using a few ideas from what I heard the Pope saying in his new letter - AMORIS LAETITIA - the Joy of Love - but I realized - I need to do a lot more homework on that. I wrote this story last night for  today’s  8 AM Kids Mass - but it went right over their heads. So I adulterated this a tiny bit - and decided to use it on you. I’ll be listening and watching for your reactions.]

Once upon a time there were two brothers - Peter and Andrew.

Pete and Andy - for some of those who really knew them.

For the sake of transparency,  my name is Andy - but this story is not about me - as you’ll see.  It’s more about Peter - and what kind of person he was.

Now for starters Peter and Andrew were as different as night and day.

Peter was outspoken - talked a good game - but not that great on follow up - but down deep he was a scared- E cat. 

Andrew on the other hand was quite quiet - not really noticed. He was as they say - like background music - just there - but down deep he was serene and secure.

Peter got all the notice. Andrew was never noticed - that is - till someone needed something. Andrew was the type who knew whom to ask and how to get what was needed - when it was needed - especially when someone was stuck.

But Peter is the heart of this story. He’s the main character in this story - so let me spend the rest of telling this story about him.

Peter had a handicap. It’s called LF. Those who knew him - wondered if he was born this way or whether he got this way somehow.

LF - tough handicap.

LF is not something you want to get - because if you get it - you got a handicap that’s hard to get over. It’s invisible - but it can chew you up - and mess you up - especially in the mind and how you think.

As a kid his parents took Peter to a child psychologist who sat and listened to him for a couple of sessions - and sure enough - the diagnosis was LF.

As you know LF stands for Love Fixation.

Love Fixation. LF.

Now this was not a National Enquirer type Love Fixation. It is the human need for love type fixation.

Love?  Well,  we all know what love is - but maybe not at times - because this is where Peter had his problems. Yet every little kid who says, “I love you - somehow knows - it means appreciation, thanks, presence, security, and ice cream on summer evenings.

Fixation? Now that’s a tricky cat to capture or to cage - to understand - and to put into words.

Fixation? Little kids get what fixation means - that is, till you try to explain it. Examples are better - so let me try to give  a few examples of fixation.

A kid can’t stand it when the gravy gets too close to the mashed potatoes on his supper plate. That’s GF - Gravy Fixation.  Or the peas and carrots get mixed together. Oooh! That’s a no no for some kids. That’s the P & C F - the Peas and Carrots Fixation. Orange and green - no - no - no.

Or a kid can’t stand it when his sister bends the playing cards when they are playing rummy - or she bites the edge of the cards when she thinks she is about to win. She needs just one card - and then she can scream “Rummy.”

Fixations are often about little things - like who sits where at the kitchen table or who gets the end cut of the meat loaf or the birthday cake - or I can’t stand it when there are croutons in my salad. Oooh. Ugly tiny brown square toasted bread -  croutons - I hate them - with a hate fixation. HF.

But fixations can be about big things as well - like whether we are loved or not. And this is precisely, exactly, what LF is about.

A lot of people - in various degrees - spend too much life energy - on LF.

Peter would ask his mom and then his dad every morning - when he was a little, little kid, “Do you love me?”  At first they would say, “Of course we love you - and give him a little hug.”

Andrew knew his parents loved him - so he didn’t have LF - and he didn’t have to ask,   the “Do you love me question?” over and over again.

When the child psychologist told Peter’s parents that Peter had LF - they were besides themselves. “Uh oh! What did we do wrong?”

But as he talked and met with them, he told them that he as a child psychologist was asked by Peter several times - every time they met - “Do you love me?”

Hearing that, they went, “Phew, we’re not the only ones.”

His teachers had the same experience. Did they love Peter? His grandparents had the same wondering?  They were often asked by Peter, “Do you love me?”

So this is Peter - the kid and then the high school kid with LF.

Peter would ask everyone if they loved him.

Peter was fixated on being loved and did all he could to experience being loved.

But it seemed nothing worked.

He would bring cookies to the principal of his school and then ask, “Do you love me?”

On his little league baseball team he would keep asking any adult coach or volunteer, “Do you love me?”

His brother Andrew slept in the lower bunk of their bunk beds and often at night - in the dark - he would hear Peter asking God, “Do you love me?”

That would get Andrew to pray for his brother Peter. That would get Andrew his brother to do things for Peter - so that he would feel loved.

But nothing worked - at least that’s the way it seemed.

Peter felt worthless. Peter didn’t feel he was loved.  Peter had a bad case of LF.

This went on all through elementary school and well into high school.

A teacher stepped up - wondering if he could help Peter with his problem. He typed up a card that he put special words on  - and had it laminated. He told Peter to keep it in his wallet.  He did. Whenever he felt the need to ask someone, “Do you love me?” he was to take out his wallet - take out the card - and press his thumb and index finger into the card.

That worked a bit, the older he got.

In high school he dated a few girls, but they would drop him - as soon as they realized he had LF. He would ask them, “Do you love me?” over and over again.

These girls were smart enough to notice people do this - not just boys. They would see other girls who would try to bribe them with gifts  - in order to get into their cliques. And they wanted into the cliques and groups  in order to get appreciation and love.

Well, Peter was doing the same thing - in his own way. He had the hope,  he would realize  and feel he was loved. He could be a nuisance - and a pest - with his constant question, “Do you love me?”

He didn’t know that his parents, his teachers, his brother, all wanted him to get better - and that wanting to see him get better was one way they loved him.

People with LF - don’t get that people say, “I love you” in a thousand different ways - not just with words.

They need the words…. They don’t know that the key to love is that the words need to take flesh and live and move and make their way in us.

So nothing seemed to work - but stories love to have happy endings.

This one does and here it is.

One day Peter was at Mass - it was after Easter - and the reading was from the Gospel of John.

It was a story about Jesus and Peter - and Peter liked Peter the apostle - hey he was named after him.

Peter had been fishing for love all his life and it seemed that he was never catching it.

That Sunday morning he heard this story about Jesus asking Peter 3 times, “Do you love me?”  “Do you love me?”   “Do you love me?”

“Oh my God,” Peter said to himself, “Jesus had LF!” 

He had heard those letters - LF  - from adults, when he heard them talking serious about him. They would think, that this kid wasn’t listening - or wouldn’t understand - but little kids - little kids with LF especially - are listening. They are listening very carefully - hoping to hear if they are loved.

“Oh my God! Jesus had LF! He just asked Peter 3 times if he loved him.”

That hit Peter - right in the deepest part of his mind and heart.

“Well,” he thought, “if Jesus could have LF, I can have it.”

And after that Mass, he couldn’t wait to say to his mom and dad and his brother Andrew, “Thank you for loving me!”

They didn’t notice it right away - but by lunch time that day, they realized something was different about Peter. He was cured of his LF handicap.

And from then on, he forgot about himself, and just simply and calmly loves everyone he met - because he knew he was loved and lovable - and they were too. Amen.

April 10, 2016

STORY

Snubbed, stung, swindled,

squeezed, squished, squashed,

spurned, scoffed, scarred,

seduced, shamed, slain,

scuttled, sank, sunk,

saved, salvaged, SMILE.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

April 9, 2016

GAME

Poker,  rummy, Monopoly, Risk….

Throw the dice.  Pick up your cards.

Play the game.  Much will be out

of your control. Luck.... Sometimes

luck is front and center. Your move.

Now chess, checkers, dominos, Boggle- 
those games.... They seem to be based 
a bit more on our skills, our mind, our 
practice, our tricks - how we play the game. 

So too relationships…. Sometimes the other

is not playing with a full deck as they say - 

but some people - some people - this may 
boggle our minds - are way too sharp for us in how they make their moves - in how they play this game called, “Life!” That's the risk 
we take.  Without knowing it - sometimes
we're really playing Trivial Pursuit - "Uh oh!" And sometimes the real game that is actually
going on is Monopoly. Your move.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

April 8, 2016

CONSEQUENCES

“Consequences!"
That’s the tattoo to put

on everyone’s arm!

“Consequences!”

That’s the comment

that should be announced

at the beginning of every meeting.

“Consequences!”

I.B.M. used to say the word was

“Think!” I prefer, “Consequences.”

“Consequences!”

Pause! Say it! Become quiet.

Remember the domino effect.
Then ask, "Now what consequences 
can we possibly picture happening?"

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

April 7, 2016

APPRECIATION

Appreciation - to be appreciated -

to be noticed for what we do - the

little things especially. Is this the

main motive?  Are we hoping to 
hear a “Thank you!” now and then - 
or better, “Let me do this. You’re 
already doing enough around here.”

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

April 6, 2016

MOTIVE?

Money, fun, sex, the game,

anger, pride, pay back, shame....

Are we all cops trying to figure out

the other’s motive? Or are some

people clueless and do what they

do without knowing what they do

and come to think about, we do too?

1.  © Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

JOHN 3: 8

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this Tuesday in the Second Week of Easter is, “John 3: 8.”

We often see signs - bumper stickers - and magic marker signs held up in the air at football games -  that say, “John 3: 16.” That’s the beginning of tomorrow’s Gospel reading.  We know that text: “God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not be lost - but may have eternal life.”

The title of this brief reflection for today is, “John 3: 8.”

It has to do with Nicodemus  as well. It’s this 3^rd Chapter of John and the section where we heard Jesus say, “The wind blows  wherever it pleases; you hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. This is how it is with all who are born in the Spirit.”

Last night that got me thinking about the wind - and it was windy these past few days. Isn’t it March winds and April showers?

ONE OF LIFE’S GREAT LESSONS IS GOD IS A GOD OF SURPRISES

One of life’s great lessons is that God is a God of surprises - a God of amazement - a God who keeps us in existence for all our life.

John 3:8 talks about the wind.

I wasn’t too good in the sciences - but I do know the value of air, breathing, oxygen.

We wouldn’t be on this planet without air - oxygen. It’s  in our plants. It’s even in our rocks - somehow. In fact that’s one of  the plans if we settle down more on the Moon or get to Mars. They can get oxygen out of rocks and soil.

Oxygen in varying amounts is around.  It’s in our water. It’s in our blood.

In other words, it needs to be around if we are to live - breathe - and be.

SECOND BIRTHS

Conversion, change, is all about a second birth.

I always like the comment in The Natural - the baseball movie. Iris Gaines, played by Glenn Close, says to Roy Hobbs, played by Robert Redford, “We have two lives... the life we learn with and the life we live after that. Suffering is what brings us towards happiness.”

Some say the big life change is around 33. It’s earlier for women than men. Augustine was around 33.

At our first birth they get us breathing.  The foetus has practiced that - but she or he gets their oxygen from their mom through the cord.

Spiritual writers talk about this invisible thing called wind, air, breath, the spirit as the reality we got to get moving - in a new way.  It’s called ki, prana, ruach, atman, and when we take a new breath - a breath of fresh air, we can start again.

My sister in law named her boat Second Wind. It had another name, but she changed it  when she remarried after my brother had died.

Life is lots of new beginnings…. fresh starts …. second winds ….  small ones - but some significant big new ones.

Jesus comes to give us that new breath, new birth, new life.

Open up the windows and let in the fresh air.

Francis is calling us to open doors and let in new life - especially mercy where mistakes get us hiding in stale air in locked upper rooms.

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, "John3:8."

It's the text where Jesus talks about the wind. 

It's invisible. 

Breathe it in.  Breathe out the bad. Breathe in the new. 

Today - let today be a fresh start, a new birth, with a new wind at our back. 

Like Nicodemus it takes a while to get all this - but hopefully like Nicodemus we get it.

April 5, 2016

HAPPINESS

It can be described but not defined. Yet

we can try to put happiness into words -

but it’s better to sit back on a back porch -

on an early April morning and just watch,

just listen: God’s orchestra is playing.

OK history can appear in the air - in inner

sounds and sights as well. Our story is

like everyone’s history: war and peace,

moving carts into bloody fields to pick

up the casualties and to bury the dead.

Happiness calls for forgiveness, table

talk, listening, listening, and laughing.

Or take a nice nature walk. Just  let

the good memories and good moments

take over. We know them. We know

when all is well - and not so well. 

Happiness has to do with work: education,
training, a good job, making a living, skills,
talents, out of work, looking for a job, 
favoritism, retirement, a second job.

Happiness has to do with control: in control,
out of control, can't control, feelings when
I think I'm being controlled or just ignored.

Happiness always has to do with people -
with that one person we have problems
with. It's always one - okay two at times -
and with people whom we know we can’t 

live without - and we tell them that - 

with food - yes food is necessary. A good

meal - good bread - good wine - a solid

table - strong chairs - time - communion. 

Add ice cream.... Come to think about it,

happiness is an aftertaste - so add a piece

of peach pie - if apple pie is not around.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2016

Henry Ossawa Tanner, "Mary"

MEDITATING 

ON THE ANNUNCIATION

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Meditating on The Annunciation.”

When you pray the rosary, what do you see, what do you think about,  when you pray the first Joyful Mystery: the Annunciation?

IF INTERESTED, HERE ARE SOME SUGGESTIONS

First read the text - the gospel we heard this morning from Luke 1: 26-38.

Read it a few times. Use the old mediation method: Lectio, Meditation, Oratio, Contemplatio.  [a] Read. [b] Then think about what you are reading, [c] Next pray about it. [d] Lastly,  be quiet, be contemplative, let the seeds of thought sink in - becoming pregnant with new life.

Second.  Borrow your kids’ or grandkids’ crayons. “Unless you be like children, you won’t get into the kingdom of God” [Mark 10: 15]. Draw the picture. Picture your imaginations on the annunciation.

Then if you have a computer type into google, “Annunciation Paintings”.  There are well over 100 plus paintings of the Annunciation  - by all kinds of artists. 

Whenever you go into a church - especially a church named after Mary - look for the annunciation window. These windows here are from a Mary Church - 61^st Street New York City. 

Study the angels. Compare how others did angels compared to how you pictured angels. Do you have the angels close, above, distant, up in the air, off to the side? Where?

Study Mary’s hands. Looking at all the paintings of Mary, see palms up, palms down, hands crossed, a tight nervous hand, a drawn back hand, a hand over the heart. A hand to the neck. How did you do Mary’s hands in your drawing? 

Henry Ossawa Tanner 

The Annunciation [1898]

I like Henry Ossawa  Tanner’s The Annunciation. 1898.  He was from Pittsburgh. His mother was a runaway slave. She traveled the underground railroad from the south to the north. His dad was a Methodist Bishop. Henry did  some neat religions paintings. I like his Annunciation the best. I also like the blue of The Disciples See Christ Walking on the Waters.

Third: Think about annunciation moments in your life. Discovering when you became pregnant. Or a daughter. or a sister. or a friend announced a pregnancy.

Think about joyful announcements in your life.  Someone asked you to marry them. Then there are  engagements, getting the job.  

CONCLUSION

I have on my blog some reflections on the 20 mysteries of the rosary. Check out my Annunciation reflections.

But more importantly, since we’re looking at meditating in this homily, let me announce a good annunciation moment for me.

I’ve mentioned this at times to various folks - and some people disagreed with me. No problem. It’s not my problem.

Here it is. I once heard a priest on an audio tape talk say, who came up with the idea that distractions in prayer are a sin? He then added something like this: “To be a human being is to have distractions.”

I would add that they are not sins - but in general,  they are distractions. It’s the same as having a conversation with someone. They mention basketball and we think of the game tonight.  They  mention they are painting their cellar and we start thinking of cellars or a room we want to paint. If we catch ourselves - we come back to this other person - and we try to listen to them better. It can be rude or not nice to look at our watch when they are telling their story - or to yawn - or to cut them off and start telling them about a movie we saw on TV last night.

Picking up a rosary to say one is announcing to oneself, “I am about to pray.”  It’s the same as a Muslim picking up his or her prayer rug - for one of their daily 5 periods of prayer.

The beads can be worry beads. The beads can help us rethink and return to the different mysteries of life - some of which are joyful - some of which are sorrowful - hopefully some are glorious and all are Light Bearing.

And talking about how are mind jumps all over the place. Think of God being able to be in on the minds of over 7 billion people at once. How’s that for a hundred, million, billion, trillion distractions. Wow.

April 4, 2016

HAPPY  DEATH

Not two words heard too often.

“Happy Death….” Yet we were often told

in the past - to pray for a Happy Death.

Oh I’ve heard people say, “I want

to die with my boots on.” Translation:

“I don’t want to be a burden!” or “I

don’t want to have to  spend 3 years

in a nursing home with a walker or

be in a wheelchair or have dementia

or Alzheimer’s and be a PITA.”

Saint Alphonsus - patron of a Happy

Death - wrote a whole book on the faith

and prayerful side of preparing for death.
It’s entitled, Preparation for Death [1757]

and then he spent his last few years in a

wheel chair - with a body plagued by

severe arthritis.

So pray this prayer:

“Hey, Saint Alphonsus,

help me to live today full of grace.

And when I’m with Jesus Christ

on my cross, whether it’s made of

wheelchair or plastic tubes or what

have you, be with me and bring Mary

too, as well as all the Saints, now

and at the hour of my death. Amen.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

STATUE OF SAINT ALPHONSUS DE LIGUORI IN A WHEEL CHAIR

SAN ALFONSO RETREAT HOUSE,  WEST END NEW JERSEY

The Incredulity of Saint Thomas 

(c. 1601-1602) by Caravaggio

DO  YOU  HAVE  ANY  SCARS? 

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is a question, “Do You Have Any Scars?”

This Sunday has various subtitles - besides being “The Second Sunday of Easter”. It’s also called “Doubting Thomas Sunday” - as well as “Low Sunday”  - as well as “Divine Mercy Sunday”.

Hey, haven’t you noticed that some days can take in various entities:  Secretaries Day, Firefighters Day, and Mother-in-law’s day - and it’s in Poetry Month and Pet Poodle’s Week?

So you’re move - to go with Mercy, Doubt or this Sunday is lower than Easter Sunday.

I’ll go with today’s gospel and today’s readings and stress “Healing” - and entitle my homily, “Do You Have Any Scars?”

ACCIDENTAL TRIGGERS

If we have a car accident, or we burn ourselves with hot water at a certain stove with a certain pot - or someone in the family likes to hammer us - well when we get near that spot or that pot or that family member - negative energy can go “Ooooooooooooooooh” at us.

Certain people and certain topics and certain words can be Tasers. They zap us.

Accidents can have an aftertaste.

Cuts can leave scars - but first they "Ouch!"

Do you have any scars?

Maybe “Scar Sunday” would be a neat title for this Sunday.

Thomas wasn’t there that Easter Sunday night - so did the other disciples pick and nitpick him all week?

I like that Thomas could be the patron saint not only of doubters - but also of the courageous sceptics - and be like Detective Joe Friday of Dragnet fame, who would say, “Just the facts. Just the facts.”

TODAY’S GOSPEL

So in today’s gospel  Jesus comes into the Upper Room - with its locked doors - and this time Thomas is there.

And once more Jesus says, “Peace  be with you!”

And seeing Thomas  - called Didymus - the Twin - Jesus asks him to put his finger into the nail marks on his hand and the wound in his side and believe.

And Jesus praises those who believe but have not seen. And Thomas says, “My Lord and my God.”

MAKE A LIST

The title of my homily is, “Do You Have Any Scars?”

For homework this week, I would suggest making a list of the Ten Top Hurts of One’s Life.

A first step would be to jot down all the hurts one can remember from one's life so far. Just jot them down randomly.

It could be that someone dumped us when we were in the second year of high school or a father walked out on our family or we were fired from some job without any warning. It could be we were made fun of for being too fat or too short or having a bad case of acne while being a teenager and we were called, “Leper” or "Pimples" or "Scab" or what have you.

For some reason we remember the hurts a lot more than the helps - the curses more than the blessings - the mistakes more than the right moves.

Negative is normal.

The lector at Mass makes one mistake or one mispronunciation in a reading and doesn’t remember the 99 words he or she got right.

I have a scar here on my right trigger finger. I just have to look at it and remember the moment I was walking down the street as a kid and I spotted a Red Ryder Air Rifle in a garbage can. I go "Wow!"  and pull it out. It has a broken metal thing - but that doesn’t matter. I pump it once and pull the trigger and some piece of metal slams into my finger. "Oooh!"  Cut. Blood. Yell. Run home and wash it. Vaseline.  Band-Aids. Scar for life. So the gun lobby will never get my dollar.

Next look at your long list of all the hurts of your life that you came up with.  Say you have 73. Well, pick the top ten hurts of the 73 mistakes or hurts of a lifetime. This is tough stuff - hard work - a difficult assignment for homework.

Then put 10 of them in order of the hurt  they were - # 1 being the worst.

FORGIVENESS

Next comes the mercy - the healing - the forgiveness - hopefully.

I would suggest putting your finger on the mistake - if it’s on paper or on the computer screen.

Writing or typing or texting them out - is helpful - because the really big scars are not so many on our bodies - as those on the skin of our souls and our memories. We remember hurts.

So the first step is the naming. Then comes the forgiving.

The call today is to forgive oneself or forgive another person - or forgive God.

Or feel Jesus put his hand on your hurt - and ask for forgiveness.

Did you notice, did you hear,  that revelation in today’s second reading from the Book of Revelation?  

Listen again: “When I caught sight of him, I fell down at his feet as though dead. He touched me with his right hand and said, 'Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last, the one who lives. Once I was dead, but now I am alive forever and ever. I hold the keys to death and the netherworld. Write down, therefore, what you have seen, and what is happening, and what will happen afterwards.'”

Write down those things that are killing you - still hurting you - keeping you underground - and rise to new life - because Jesus has touched you where it hurts.

For various reasons - some dumb  - we hold onto the hurts - as if our sad face, soul, will hurt the other or even ourselves for our own sins and mistakes.

Some people shut the door on the possibility of forgives of an ex - or a priest - or God or a parent - or a co-worker - or a family member.

Isn’t it nice to have those big banners here at St. John Neumann as well as St. Mary’s - announcing a year of mercy - and forgiveness.

Nice - if it’s on someone else’s wall or building - but how difficult it is for our own.

Sometimes Jesus knocks on doors - and sometimes we keep those doors shut. Sometimes Jesus comes through walls and says “Peace”.

Respect Thomas - Doubting Thomas - doubts are normal. We could have a great healing moment. This Sunday could be Divine Mercy Sunday for us and we can experience healing and forgiveness - but the old doubts can come back next week.

Sometimes an adult abortion of another - a parent - can stay with us for life.  Maybe an uncle abused you. Maybe we stole a lot of money. Maybe we cheated on a spouse. Maybe we put life on hold for 3 ½ years. Maybe we had a period there of alcoholism.

I still remember being sat on a bench for a whole season as a kid when I played for the Bay Ridge Robins - except for one out in the last game of the season. The manager was the older brother of the kid who got to play every game of the season.   I still feel bad that I didn’t talk enough to my sister Peggy - who was a nun - much of our life. We didn’t have any disagreements. We just didn’t give each other enough time with enough phone calls. We were just too busy working. And then when I had time as she was dying - I kept on getting interrupted by a health care person giving her oxygen.

And on and on and on.

CONCLUSION

Make your list.

Put your finger on the top 10.

Name # 1 and ask Jesus this Sunday for Divine Mercy - even if you have doubts that you can ever be forgiven - to touch and heal that hurt for starters.

Pray: 
              "Lord, give me scars - 
              scars - reminders 
              that here I was hurt 
              and here you healed me
              with your healing hand.
              Thank you, Lord. 
              Thank you. Amen."

April 3, 2016

HAPPY  BIRTHDAY 

There was that day - back there then -

when you arrived on this planet: a baby.

You were washed and rubbed, checked

and needled, wrapped in pink or blue.

You were held, kissed, hugged, loved

by anyone who was there for you.

Don’t forget that day today: your birthday.
Don’t forget the love that waited for you.

Braces, boo boo’s, ups and downs, canes

and walkers are way, way down the line.

Today just pinch yourself for getting a

chance to slide down the slide of life, kid.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

April 2, 2016

HAPPY  ANNIVERSARY

At the first moment you unconsciously

expected success. Everybody does.

Otherwise you would not have made the

commitment  - the covenant -  the “I do!”

You wouldn’t have pronounced the vows.

That first day you saw images, scenes,
dreams from other people’s movies

playing on their screen for you. Then

came the day the honeymoon ended.

Then came the real, “We do’s” - life.

Happy Anniversary. Today - with great

joy  - you are looking at your own personal

movie - your life - all the days that lead to

this day - all the better, all the worse -

until death do we part. Thank You!

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

April 1, 2016

APRIL   WISDOM 

One would have to be an April fool

not to see the changes in the scenery

surrounding us each Spring.

Earth erupts with clumps and clods

of dirt that rise and reach - because 

seeds and flowers want the sun and rain.

Wheat, grapes, corn, potatoes, want

resurrection. Plants want to get going

again to feed the earth - and all life on it.

This planet is not stupid. It sees the

barren moon and nothing growing on it,

as well as Mars and beyond. Comparisons

cause - spur -  bring on creations. Planet

earth knows. She shows and knows pregnancies.

She remembers this is how Spring springs.

This round host - Earth - keeps saying,

“This is my body; this is my blood,

I’m giving my life for you …. but  first you

have to sacrifice, to die, to do the work:

the planting,  the growing, the changing, the
rising, the reaching out, over and over again.”

  

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016