Body of Christ

What are you talking about?

in my pocket






What’s that? I still don’t get it.

There is a tiny wafer (see arrow.)  When/if you take communion, the priest gives it to you.

Well, so what? Why do you still have it? Aren’t you supposed to eat it?

“Technically” you are supposed to eat it, but I found it tasted like cardboard or styrofoam. Since I found out it tasted so awful, I can’t bear to eat it.

So what do you do with it?

I surreptitiously slip it into my pocket. Hence, I have the body of Christ and the bread of heaven in my pocket.

Don’t you think that’s blasphemy? And it’s not in your pocket anymore; it’s lying on the celestial navigation thing, or whatever it is.

No, it’s self preservation. And oh, think about it celestial is an appropriate place to put down roots.

AhO… where are you going with this? Put down roots? What?

Sprained Ankle Sprains Brain

What does that mean…? Exactly

It’s not good.

Well I didn’t think so; although my brain seems to working correctly.

There’s a Joani Mitchell lyric on the title song of the “Big Yellow Taxi” album, and it says, “You don’t know what you’ve got, till it’s gone.”  So, I’ve added that line to the words I live by. There are 2 more lines in my book of words to live by. One of them is “Wherever you go, there you are;” I don’t know the origin of those words. The other is, “Now will never come again,” and those words when first heard by me were spoken by Jean-Luc Picard, (Patrick Steward) a Star Trek captain. The words to live by book, of course remains unfinished…

What does all that have to do with, “Sprained Ankle Sprains Brain?

After the sprained ankle, and the loss of my ability to walk properly (pain free), I soon realized just how marvelous that was. When I finally recover my unappreciated ability, I hope never to go that way again. I think, “Wherever you go, there you are,” and “Now will never come again” are 2 sides of the same coin. AaHa… maybe we could sell it as cryptocurrency. See that’s a bit of a brain sprain, like a bitcoin.

You know sometimes you’re just plain silly. So much so, I have no words for it; let alone questions.