Nov 252009

This morning I am thrilled to announce the Grand Opening of a New Monkee Sanctuary. We now have another place to play together and delouse each other and get fed.

We have just launched a Momastery Fan Page on Facebook, and you are all invited. Because the first rule of the revolution is that everyone is invited. The second rule is don’t be a jerk. I think that pretty much covers our rules.

Eventually, Craig and I plan to launch a better website where it will be easier for you to communicate with each other. But right now we are having a hard time even getting the family room vacuumed, so the new website will have to wait. In the meantime, the Momastery Facebook Fan Page is where I’m hoping you will share hope and energy with each other. I am humbled, ecstatic, and amazed by the scope and caliber of women who frequent the Momastery. You have shared your hearts with me and all of those beautiful hearts are in my pocket and they are burning a hole in there. I am just dying to share you with each other.

My vision for the Fan Page is that it will be a virtual, welcoming, cozy coffee shop for Monkees and visitors. My hope is that when you find a story, website, book, song, or idea that you think might inspire us, you will post it there. I also hope that you will post pictures of yourselves and your families so that we will all start becoming more real to each other. I hope that you will visit when you are tired or sad or hungry for something other than food. I hope that you will be honest there, and ask for help or prayers when you need them. Because my favorite thing is to pray for people, so that when their prayers are answered I can yell, “THAT WAS ME! ME, ME,ME! I MADE THAT HAPPEN! I PRAYED FOR THAT LAST TUESDAY! YOU ARE SO VERY WELCOME!” God and Craig just love it when I do that.

Anyway, my point is that I’d like the Fan Page to be a place where we lift each other up. A place where first time visitors are shocked to find a large group of women taking care of each other instead of competing with each other. Yes, please.

I am going to ask you to consider one thing when you post. Please, nothing off color. Even if it’s really, really funny. Maybe we could leave that stuff to, I don’t know, every other website. My best friend 2nd to Sister (I’ll call her Adrianne, since that’s her name) is SO rolling her eyes right now. I just want Momastery to be different. I want us to be a place where a Monkee can bring her aunt or daughter or new friend without fear. And if any post hurts your feelings, please let me know and we’ll have a look together. We will take care of each other, because we are only as strong as our most sensitive link. Here are our guidelines for posting…

“Sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – post such things.” Phillipians 4:8 (with a monkee twist)

Please stop by today and post something for which you’re thankful. Let’s throw some love and gratitude out into the universe and maybe we’ll get it back, or maybe it’ll hit another Monkee.

Also, on Friday I will have some very exciting and important announcements for you. Apparently the Monkee Revolution is growing faster than my collection of wooden word signs.

You have a beautiful, peaceful, hopeful Thanksgiving. I am thankful for you.

Nov 262009

“I wrapped my fear around me like a blanket. I sailed my ship of safety ’till I sank it. I’m crawling on your shores.”

Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to peel off my blanket of fear, dive off my ship of safety, and crawl towards your shores.

Nov 272009

I’m at Bubba and Tisha’s house on the water, and I just woke to discover that it’s raining hard outside. I couldn’t be happier. I secretly love rainy days, for the same reason that I secretly love when my kids get mildly sick. Rain and low grade fevers are invitations to stay unshowered in pajamas and snuggle on the couch. The rain says “don’t bother making plans, really. Just relax.” I certainly enjoy the sun too, but it can be a little bossy and self centered, with all its shining and shining and insisting that we get dressed and go outside to enjoy it. The rain is less demanding, and I appreciate that.

Okay, now for the big news.

It has been said that there are no stupid questions. I am about to prove that theory wrong once and for all. Here goes -

Hey internet…Can you keep a secret?

Because we’ve got some exciting secrets to discuss, my precious Monkees.

One of the people who helped publish my first book has suggested that it’s time to transform Momastery into a book proposal. He thinks we could get published and revolutionize a whole lot more Monkees. I KNOW. It’s exciting. The Revolution might have an opportunity to convince many more people to try being less jerky.

I know that this is wonderful news for all Monkeekind. But I am struggling, friends. I was supposed to have this proposal done and mailed two weeks ago, and I haven’t even started. Every time I try to write it I turn into a little teeny eeny mouse paralyzed with fear. I sit motionless at my computer and the only parts of my body that move are my shifty mousy eyes which are propped wide open in terror. It’s not good. I’m scared I’m going to let us down. But the good news is that I think I’ve identified my problem. I’ve been trying to go it alone, and that is never how Revolutionary Monkees do. I need you.

Neither Momastery nor the Monkee Revolution have ever been about me. They have always been about you. You have made this blog what it is. First of all, your encouraging responses have given me the confidence to dig deeper and to keep on writing. Because I did have a hunch that maybe I could write and maybe you’d like it. But I’ve also seen the American Idol auditions, so I know that a whole lot of people suspect they are good at things that they should actually never, ever attempt to do publicly.

But when I sang, you stood up and clapped, and then you started singing with me – and that is the moment that our song went from pretty good to knock- your –socks- off fantastic. People write to me again and again to say that your comments are their very favorite part of the blog. To them I always say well thank you, thank you very much. But I get it. Me too.

I am going to use the next two weeks to bang out this proposal and send it off to my editor. Because I believe deep in my bones that our revolution is worthy of national attention. The world will be better for having heard our message of love and inclusion and humility. To that end, here’s what I’m asking of you. Can you pray for me? Can you pray that God will tie me up so that every word that is written is His and not mine? Can you pray that He will transform my weakness into writing that will feed, comfort, and awaken sleeping Monkees everywhere? And if you’re not a pray-er, could you think brilliant thoughts and email them to me for the book? That’d be great. And you better believe that when it gets published, ours will be the first book with 217 names, or however many monkees there are when the time comes, in the acknowledgements. Yep. That’s the plan. Because this book will be about and by and for YOU. Also, because that’ll make it seem longer.

You know, all of sudden, I’m feeling pretty good about this new adventure. Because now that I think about it, people are always offering me this lovely compliment:

Glennon: What you don’t know could fill a book.”

Maybe they’re on to something….

One last thing- even while I’m busy working on the proposal, the Monkee show will go on. Our show will always go on. It’s important to the Revolution that we meet every day without fail. So this post will stay up on Monday, since most people will probably wait until then to read it. Then, for the following week and a half, guest writers will be posting on the blog. They are excited and very, very nervous.

While you read their hearts’ offerings, please think of an encouraging comment that you’ll leave for them. They will be checking every ten minutes, throughout their entire day, to see if you liked them. Trust me on this one. Please be gentle with their hearts. I love each one of them very much.

Also, while you read…consider what you’ll write about when it’s your turn. Because you see where this is going, right? This blog, this book, this revolution is about you. Each of us has something equally important to share. Shoot me an email when you’re ready to Say What You Need to Say.

I love you Cheeky Monkeys.

What a wild ride, huh?