From: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org (onlyJMDL Digest) To: onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Subject: onlyJMDL Digest V2006 #68 Reply-To: joni@smoe.org Sender: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk Archives: http://www.smoe.org/lists/onlyjoni Websites: http://www.jmdl.com http://www.jonimitchell.com Unsubscribe: mailto:onlyjoni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe onlyJMDL Digest Monday, March 6 2006 Volume 2006 : Number 068 ========== TOPICS and authors in this Digest: -------- sunday sermon [Smurf ] Rosanne Arquette film on Showtime... [Warrenkeith91354@aol.com] Movie Reminder Mar. 8 [Randy Remote ] Re: Joni & The Beach Boys [PassScribe@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2006 06:04:16 -0800 (PST) From: Smurf Subject: sunday sermon Good morning, brothers and sisters in Joni! While researching something else, I came across the following sermon that was given at a local church in December. I was just going to flag it and add it to the Miscellaneous area of the Fiction section of the JoniMitchell.com site, then I read it through and thought it was worthy of sharing. Here it is: Don't Miss It! Rev. Kim K. Crawford Harvie Arlington Street Church December 4, 2005 On Thanksgiving morning, five of us were angling for a shower. I was number three in line, but too late; the water was lukewarm, and getting colder. When you live with teenage girls, you dont wonder about these things; youre certain that somehow they have already managed to use 50 gallons of hot water. Shivering, I gave a passing thought to hot showers, and how much we love them, and take them for granted .. and about my conversation with Vera OBrien just 24 hours earlier, who had decided to replace her hot water heater that very day, before it gave out. It had never occurred to me; I thought Id look into that someday soon. Too late, indeed; apparently in sympathy with Veras hot water heater, our hot water heater gave up the ghost right then and there. If youve never had this experience, I will share with you that its amazing to walk into your basement and find a puddle at the bottom of the stairs, and wonder who wasnt watching the puppy, but not wonder for long, as the puddle is widening before your very eyes, and theres a strange hissing sound coming from somewhere in the back. Yes, there it is, luggage afloat in the water that is streaming from the hot water heater ... the former hot water heater. It was good to see the firemen on Thanksgiving morning, to wish them a happy holiday, and thank them, as always, for their service. And Kem did get the water turned off. The valve was really stuck; hardly knowing her own strength, she broke off the handle, but at least it was broken off in the off position. There was much for which to be thankful. I really was thankful that we still had water at all and, while Im mentioning it, heat and electricity and gas, as, just one hour later, fifteen of us sat down to the Thanksgiving feast. I should say that Malcolm and Sons Plumber arrived promptly the very next morning, and so this entire hot-water-free experience was a mere 24 hours of creative bathing, dishwashing, general cleaning up, and no laundry. The point is, I cannot remember being so happy, so grateful, to turn on the hot water and have it come out of the faucet. The feeling has not yet left me. Joni Mitchell sang, Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its gone? Before the feeling leaves, let it leave something with us: gratitude. I invite you this morning to a hot water meditation ... hot water being just one of so many of lifes gifts we take for granted: Its a little thing when you have it, and a big thing when you dont. As we observed World AIDS Day this past Thursday, I thought of my Provincetown parishioner, Patrick Grace, who died in 1989, not long before the cocktail was available, which must torture his dear parents every day of their lives. Patrick is the person who introduced me to the canyon country of the southwest in stories of some of the happiest times of his life. We never made it there together, in body, but I have red AIDS ribbons tied on my pack and my hiking boots, and I take him with me in spirit, now, whenever I go. One night, on the last of our many futile, 100-mile drives to the nearest hospital, Patrick rode shotgun in my little red Volkswagen, with the seat tipped all the way back into a deep recline. I opened the roof; he loved the stars, which were brilliant in a perfect, black dome. The air was warm. Copelands Appalachian Spring played on the tape deck. He was so still. His eyes were dark, and his face was drained of all color. Patrick was dying. And then he spoke: It doesnt get any better than this. That was all; It doesnt get any better than this. He had said it quietly, but I felt as though I had been shouted awake. For a moment, all my hurtling into the future without him, all my fear and rage and grief, were shattered by his simple words. Sometimes, lots of times, it is more than enough to be alive, with all that life proffers in one single, shining moment. Its so hard to remember, so hard not to forget that This is it. This is really it. Whatever has been, and whatever is to come, now is the time, and this is the place. Its a little thing when you have it, and a big thing when you dont. We all know the expression carpe diemseize the day. I love the running club whose motto is carpe viamseize the way. Seize the way ... every step of the way. I think of Fra Giovannis words, I beseech you to look. Dont miss it. The devils in the details, yes, but god is also in the details. Dont miss it! There is a woman who started an outreach program to take zoo animals to people who could never go to the zoo. Im sorry I dont know her name; these are her words: In one mental hospital, we went to a group known as the boys. The boys can be aged eighteen to forty-eight, but with a mental capacity from infant to two or three years.... I had a ferret. One boy came running, yelling, Touch! touch! touch! I said, You can touch him later. But when we got around to it, the feeling had left him. I just wanted to die. Tears streamed down my face. Id missed it. Oh, did I miss it! But Ive never missed it again. In a cancer ward, a man refused to come out of his room. He was bitter and angry.... He heard there were animals, so he was just a little curious. So this time, right away, I said, Would you like to touch? Oh sure, sure, he said sarcastically. With these hands? He thrust them in my face; there were no fingers left. Then he just looked down at the floor. I felt terrible, but I said, Here, thenwith your palms. And he began to let us help. With each animal, he became softer. For once, there was something beside his illness. He began to cry. This is so beautiful, he said. I will never forget this.[1] I love those lines: Id missed it. Oh, did I miss it! But Ive never missed it again. My spiritual friends, I want to live those lines. I invite you to join me in living those lines. Dont it always seem to go that you dont know what youve got til its gone? Its a little thing when you have it, and a big thing when you dont. Before the feeling leaves, lets it leave something with us: gratitude. It doesnt get any better than this. Seize the day! Seize the way! Touch. Remember to remember: This is so beautiful. Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2006 13:58:38 EST From: Warrenkeith91354@aol.com Subject: Rosanne Arquette film on Showtime... Greetings all... Will someone please record this film from Showtime for me? I would be forever indebted... Jonily Yours, Warren Keith ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2006 14:14:42 -0800 From: Randy Remote Subject: Movie Reminder Mar. 8 On Wednesday, March 8, International Women's Day, the documentary "All We Are Saying" by actor/director Rosanna Arquette will have it's cable debut on Showtime at 8 PM EST. Joni is amongst the musicians interviewed about music and the biz. Chicks Rule, RR ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2006 22:25:10 EST From: PassScribe@aol.com Subject: Re: Joni & The Beach Boys > Subject: Joni and the Beach Boys > > Hey, I was right! The Beach Boys *were* at the Roosevelt Raceway bash with > Joni. > Hey, just as an aside, they paved paradise (oopps, I mean the Roosevelt Raceway-home to one of the best weekend flea markets) and put up a parking lot. Heh-heh-heh! It's a BIG complex of three shopping centers (with parking lots) now. And, I remember that concert in 1974... you couldn't get NEAR the place, it was so crowded. (We live about two miles away.) Kenny B ------------------------------ End of onlyJMDL Digest V2006 #68 ******************************** ------- Post messages to the list by clicking here: mailto:joni@smoe.org Unsubscribe by clicking here: mailto:onlyjoni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe ------- Siquomb, isn't she? (http://www.siquomb.com/siquomb.cfm)