Friday, January 12, 2007

My Heavenly Accent and it's Authentic Emotions

So, I was on the phone today, ordering bible studies and the wee lady on the phone was a bit mean, quite impatient with me. You see, she came from the south, and not that I dislike Southerners, I know some that are actually quite bright! She was just so angry that she couldn't understand me, she actually said,

"Your accent is quite beautiful, but being that I can't understand you, it's useless!"

WELL! Well, I've had that thought myself; how humble of me! (Seriously, you hear something often enough, you begin to believe it; why'd you think your Sunday School teachers told you that Jesus loves you so much? They hope that one day you'll believe it.) I've often been told,

"I have no idea what you are saying, but I love to hear you speak." (All my close friends at this point are yelling, "Don't encourage her!")

How nice; until I'm yelling "FIRE, FIRE!" You'll be burnt; my accent won't be quite as cute then; you'll be pretty mad at me, then you will realise how completely useless it is.

I was watching John Lynch, from Leadership Catalyst the other day, he was talking about grrrace. He said it just like that. Grrrace. He said that you have to say grrrace in a Scottish or Irish accent, because only those accents make it sound as beautiful as the act itself, an onomatopoetic accent.

Imagine if we could make our emotions, thoughts and ideas resemble the words we use? That would be quite annoying for me, I don't feel as rigidly as I speak. So maybe switch it, maybe we make the sounds of the feelings we feel? Scrap the English language altogether? We just speak in emotions and meanings. How many people would be totally mad at you? How many people would be awakened to the realization that you don't really have the time of day for them, that you just want to squeeze the zit on the end of their nose and be done with them? But then, people would have truth, truth, like the pus in a zit, needs to come out.

On the plus side, we'd all be like Will Ferrell in Elf! I love the scene where he's all excited about Santa coming; he's like a wee boy when he needs the bathroom, jumping up and down. There is no doubt in Santa's mind that Buddy loves him, everyone Buddy loves, know it from the way he acts around them. Buddy lives an onomatopoetic life; allegedly, so do the Celts.

Do you?

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Prayer Rooms






So, it has been a long time since I whiled away the hours on the old blogger. So, after the prompting of a certain Long Islander, I have made my bottom sit on a chair long enough to knock this out of me.
Over the Christmas vacation, I got on a big plane and flew home. (I had stop over in Chicago - can I tell you how beautiful Chicago is as you fly over it at night? One million postcards could not capture this; my wee olympus certainly couldn't, shame.) I had a really precious time with my parents, sister and brothers; time flies so fast.
The day that I arrived home, my mammy took me to the Trafford Centre - Manchester, England - we had our lunch from Marks & Spencers; I love Mark's sandwiches, so tasty! You do get what you pay for! So, after a lovely luncheon of Pork Pies (seriously, a country that ingests as much bacon as we do over here really should discover the delights of pork pies - so unhealthy - divine!) crisps, and Mark's sandwiches, we wondered around a wee bit. To my surprise ;o and shock :o I saw at the end of one of the floors a prayer room! Dun dun dah! A prayer room? In a shopping centre? This I had to see! (And my wee olympus did catch this, as you may have gathered.)
After talking with my mammy, we decided that there was a prayer room for the high islamic population who pray five times a day. They would not be able to work at the shopping centre without somewhere to go and pray. The room, to me, was quite clearly e. At first I was a wee bit annoyed, not because the Muslam community had a prayer room, not because we had to share, but, why, before, had it never been enough to make a prayer room when we were just a Christian country?
And then I thought maybe we didn't ask ... Crazy the things that manage to get you all rilled up!