Mar 172010

Happy St. Patricks’s Day from my favorite Leprechauns!

St. Paula, St. Pat, and St. Anne…thank you for the best celebration the Meltons have had all year!

An Irish Blessing for My Monkees (From the Wall of my grandmother, Alice Flaherty)

May those who love us, love us.
And for those who don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

Bubba and Tisha – Your clan will be listening to the Irish Rover and Mountains of Mourn while we eat our green eggs this morning. We love you.

Erin Go Bragh!

PS. Momastery Facebook Status Update for the day….

Momastery Glennon is wishing she was at the Dubliner on her 20th Guinness. Instead, she is at home, because she is a poor, recovering drunk, dripping with children. And this, as a matter of fact, makes her more of an Irishwoman than anybody at the Dubliner. Erin Go Bragh.

Mar 222010

It’s Monkday, friends.

The essay below was written by Father John, the pastor at my dear friend Michelle’s church.

Thank you, Father John, for the important reminder. I’m not responsible for changing another soul on this Earth. Just me. Just me.

Lather, rinse, repeat.


Somewhere along the line, I picked up an image of humanity that – to the degree I can remember and apply its truth – is tremendously liberating. I share it with you as a pretty good way to enrich your Lent.

The image is that of everyone being locked up in their own individual cage.

Imagine, for a second, every single human being locked up in their own personal cage…a prisoner…captive somehow, to their own limiting beliefs, or deeply ingrained habits, or regrets, or fears.

If it’s difficult to picture all of humanity that way, just picture someone close to you…your spouse, child, or parent, or a close friend or colleague. With just a little bit of thought, you can probably see their cage…some way they are imprisoned, captive to a limiting belief, habit, regret, or fear.

Now here’s the second part of that image: every single human being, standing in those cages, also holds in his or her hand a key.

The key fits one lock, and one lock only.

Most of us assume our key can unlock other people’s cages and so – well intentioned – we spend a considerable amount of time and energy reaching across to other people’s cages, trying to fix other people’s problems, trying to make our key fit their lock.

It’s frustrating work, because our key only fits one lock, and that is the lock on our own cage.

“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?” Jesus asks (Matthew 7:3).

In other words, in any relationship, there is only person we can change, and that is us.

Now it’s important to point out that just as changing one part of a mathematical formula affects everything around it, changing ourselves – changing our self – affects everyone around us, for better or worse.

But there’s a huge difference – all the difference in the world! – between “affecting others” (as a byproduct of our own change) and “attempting to change others” per se.

So…you want some liberating news?

Your key doesn’t fit your spouse’s cage…your parents’ cage…your child’s cage…or anyone else’s cage. It fits your cage.

And even more liberating news is this: by the grace of God, each person you love has their own key, too.

So let’s focus our energy on changing the one person we can: our self.

“As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” (Marianne Williamson)

See you Sunday,

Fr. John

St. James’ Episcopal

Leesburg, Va

Mar 242010

A guest post, from Our Chase…

Dear Monkees,

Have you had a baby sister that is 5 years younger than you and you feel like you LOVE her but you don’t like it as much as you like her when she messes something up that you are doing? I do. Her name is Amanda. Amma for short. My mom changes her name SOSOSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many times. once she was Tessa, then Amme, then Amanda, then, the weirdest of all, Scout!!!!! SCOUT, I tell you!

But when Amma messes up my stuff, it’s only something that comes with life. It’s human-natural. And sometimes, when you are in the middle of that time, you just have to let it go. Right now, I’m at the middle of that stage, so, can I tell you a secret: I sort of wish that it’s 22 years later from now. [heehee.]

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