Three iconic minds walk into a bar. What follows isn’t a joke—it’s a conversation about suffering, love, and why joy sounds like the soul exhaling. Featuring wine, wit, and a surprise visit from Mary Magdalene.
Every piece you write seems to speak to my heart, this particular piece, this one hit differently. It brings validation to so many unseen women and the weight they carry that no one acknowledges. Thank you for that, thank you for acknowledging. ❤️
Ah, the Divine Autocorrect strikes again. Clearly, the Holy Spirit moonlights in casting—slipping your “barman” into a cape and trauma suit. As if to say:
“Why settle for pouring spirits when you could battle them?”
But now that the Batman has been canonized as the Barman of the Beatitudes, I think we keep him.
Besides, what is Irish coffee if not Eucharist for exhausted mystics?
"I stayed." <<ssshhiiiiivvveeer>> So perfect. I felt like I was sitting on the other side of the bar, betting on Freud to weird the other two out, but no. You brought in the Mr(s). Wolf of the Bible. Mary M. Cleans everything up and silently moves on. But she knows what you did. 😉
Freud came ready to analyze. Buddha came ready to dissolve. Jesus came ready to parable.
But Magdalene? She already knew the ending.
She doesn’t interrupt. She watches. She cleans the blood off the floor with one hand and writes cosmic truths in lipstick on the mirror with the other. And yes, she knows exactly what you did.
I just love it. It's a charming yet profound little snapshot or vignette. Says a lot without saying it...which is always the best kind of work...and it requires a confidence and trust I am still working on! Great work.
Tara, thank you. That means a lot coming from someone building such a soulful space over at The Orphanage.
Yes. Saying less to reveal more is a strange kind of trust. Like handing someone a candle instead of a spotlight and hoping they’ll still find the doorway. Keep leaning into that kind of confidence. It grows in the quiet, right alongside the courage.
Every piece you write seems to speak to my heart, this particular piece, this one hit differently. It brings validation to so many unseen women and the weight they carry that no one acknowledges. Thank you for that, thank you for acknowledging. ❤️
You felt it. Named it. Honored it.
For every unseen woman carrying too much with too little acknowledgment—thank you for seeing her here.
You are now blessed:
Witness of the Unseen. Voice of Known Truth.
❤️
(for hearts that recognize what matters)
🧣Yay Mary, you GO GIRL! “Stop quoting yourselves” — hahaha! 🌹
Santan Dave: “pain’s compulsory, suffering is optional”
Santan Dave channeling Buddha with a bassline.
Pain knocks. Suffering signs the lease.
You are now blessed:
Disciple of the Optional Spiral
Hilarious… the Batman’s answer to suffering is probably Irish coffee!
Sugar, cream, coffee, like tiramisu plus scotch…
Batman’s real gospel? Irish coffee.
You’ve just been dubbed:
Knight of the Sacred Brew
I wrote barman (as in bartender) spell check made it Batman... the Holy Spirit is up to date with Hollywood apparently... and my spellcheck.
Ah, the Divine Autocorrect strikes again. Clearly, the Holy Spirit moonlights in casting—slipping your “barman” into a cape and trauma suit. As if to say:
“Why settle for pouring spirits when you could battle them?”
But now that the Batman has been canonized as the Barman of the Beatitudes, I think we keep him.
Besides, what is Irish coffee if not Eucharist for exhausted mystics?
"I stayed." <<ssshhiiiiivvveeer>> So perfect. I felt like I was sitting on the other side of the bar, betting on Freud to weird the other two out, but no. You brought in the Mr(s). Wolf of the Bible. Mary M. Cleans everything up and silently moves on. But she knows what you did. 😉
Freud came ready to analyze. Buddha came ready to dissolve. Jesus came ready to parable.
But Magdalene? She already knew the ending.
She doesn’t interrupt. She watches. She cleans the blood off the floor with one hand and writes cosmic truths in lipstick on the mirror with the other. And yes, she knows exactly what you did.
She always knows.
I just love it. It's a charming yet profound little snapshot or vignette. Says a lot without saying it...which is always the best kind of work...and it requires a confidence and trust I am still working on! Great work.
Tara, thank you. That means a lot coming from someone building such a soulful space over at The Orphanage.
Yes. Saying less to reveal more is a strange kind of trust. Like handing someone a candle instead of a spotlight and hoping they’ll still find the doorway. Keep leaning into that kind of confidence. It grows in the quiet, right alongside the courage.
Bravo ancora!
This was good!
Glad you liked it. I wasn’t sure if Freud would show up or just send his mother.
Jesus paid the tab.
Buddha left a tip in silence.
Come back anytime—the bar’s always stocked with paradox.