My Quest for the Holy Grail.

There are only two people I have known to have ever recited this entire three questions bit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. One is my son Adam, and the other—my dear friend Ryan. I can’t help but laugh every time I hear those lines.

Cindy's first doll.

My favorite Christmas present from my aunt.

My quest began when I was a wee baby. Ever since, I have been in search for truth, love and the American Dream. I’ve searched high and low…..as you can see— from a young age my even my favorite toys were related to the spirit.

How can we keep a positive attitude when so many things, seem so wrong?
I need PEACE. Hence—my quest.

Cindy’s 10 steps to spiritual enlightenment

Step 1: ROAD TRIP TO  A FRANSICAN CONVENT IN BUFFALO–good company and good conversation. 🙂 Thanks KC

Step 2: Several hours of Contemplative Eastern Zen Prayer— periods of deep silent meditation  in a private chapel interwoven with slowly walking monkish in a line of holy women around the convent—then back to prayer.

Step 3: A nice nap in solitude provided clarity and enlightenment. Do not underestimate the importance of this—this step must not be missed.

Step 4: Wine and dine with my favorite nun (my aunt Susie) at the Outback Steak House. 🙂 – we couldn’t get a table anywhere else.

Step 5: Early to bed for some alone time . . . I listen to Audience of One, by Ryan Aumiller
and SoundCloud.

Step 6: Observe fireworks from my bedroom window.—no kidding Buffalo has beautiful fireworks for to celebrate St. Patrick’s day!!

Step 7: Sneaking around the convent at night when all the nuns are sleeping. I felt so brave.

Mr. Kitty—the Holy Cat.

Step 8: Encounter with Mr. Kitty—the Holy Convent Cat — feeling a little less brave now. 😉

Step 9: Pray in  child pose at the altar of God — while the rest of the world sleeps.

Step 10: Wake up Enlightened.

That morning while having coffee and conversation with the sisters in our bathrobes—

and there it was—plain as day—The HOLY GRAIL.

holy grail 2Turns out my Holy Grail is a frosted beer mug that belonged to my Grandfather, a Fire Captain from UTICA. It now resides in the a freezer of  Christ the King convent and is used on special occasions by the most holy person I know as the sacred vessel for liquid libation.

My wise and holy aunt taught me: God is reality, everything is as it should be. 

God bless you. Amen.