So that just happened.

It's been one year today since Carrie Fisher left us.

This pic, by Linsay van Ekelenburg is making the rounds

So I was inspired.

Hail our Lady of Self-Care

Lady of Mental Illness and Not Giving Any Fucks
Role-Model to a Generation
Author of Wit
Script-Doctor of Reknown

You who Drowned in Moonlight
Strangled by Your Own Bra
Grant us Your Wit
Your Courage
Your Outspokenness

And we will sit our vaudeville asses down
and write, no longer daunted and fucked.
And we will take our meds.
And we will wear our CPAPS.

Because Space Mom Wants Us To.
Yours is the Machine Gun,
The Glitter
The Blockade Runner,
and the Publishing Contract
Forever and Ever.

Our local Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence asked to add it to the liturgy. I'm tickled and flattered and of course I said yes.