Nov 112009
 

My friend and neighbor, Pablo, made this for you. The flag is made up of all of your heroes’ names, and the names and ranks of those who died at Fort Hood. Please click on the image to see the details.


Please add Dustin Dinola, Winston Churchill Mani, Jim Ullrich, Charlie Moore, R. Harwood Staples, and Paul Hurley to your heart’s list.

As a child I spent my weekends on a boat called the Irish Heir, sailing the Chesapeake Bay. The four of us – my dad, mom, Sister, and I – sailed all day and when evening approached, we dropped anchor and lay on the deck to watch the twinkling stars.

This is the song that my dad played for us on those evenings, again and again.


God Bless the USA

Lee Greenwood


If tomorrow all the things were gone,

I’d worked for all my life.

And I had to start again,

With just my children and my wife.

I’d thank my lucky stars,

To be living here today.

Because the flag still stands for freedom,

And they can’t take that away.


And I’m proud to be an American,

Well at least I know I’m free.

And I won’t forget the ones who died,

Who gave that right to me,

And I’ll gladly stand up…

Next to you and defend her still today.

Because there ain’t no doubt I love this land…

God Bless the U.S.A.


From the lakes of Minnesota, to the hills of Tennessee

Across the plains of Texas, from sea to shining sea.

From Detroit down to Houston, and New York to LA

Well there’s pride in every American heart

And it’s time we stand and say….


That I’m proud to be an American,

Where at least I know I’m free.

And I won’t forget the ones who died,

Who gave that right to me,

And I’ll gladly stand up, next to you

and defend her still today.

Because there ain’t no doubt I love this land…

God Bless the U.S.A.


If you didn’t get a chance yet – please leave the name of your veteran or a message of gratitude for the heroes already listed.

Happy Veteran’s Day.

Love, Pablo and Glennon

Nov 122009
 


“Coincidences are God’s way of remaining anonymous.”

-Albert Einstein


Last night, after the kids had finally surrendered to sleep, I sat down at my computer to work on a draft of today’s post. I noticed that there was a message in my inbox from Cathy.


TheCathy. Cathy, my personal hero. Cathy, the American hero. Cathy, who I haven’t spoken to in eight years.


My hands shook a little as I opened her greeting. I assumed that someone had forwarded last week’s essays to her, and I was praying that she approved of them.In her message, Cathy mentioned that Paul had been redeployed, that her kids were doing well, and that she had been thinking about me. She did not mention the blog. I took this as a bad sign. I thought perhaps she disapproved and was going to break it to me gently. I got nervous and blurted out on the keyboard…


“Cathy, what did you think of the blog?”

And Cathy, of course, replied … “What blog?”


God is good, friends.

Expect miracles.




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?