What's With the Blog Name?

For months now I have been contemplating a blog of my own...well today is the big day! Welcome to my blog! I always have plenty of things stirring around in the old bean and so this, I figure is a good way to organize my thoughts and now that I am writing things down perhaps I can clean out some of the junk I have been storing in my head and make some room for more interesting things.
The hardest part about starting a blog is naming it. I was stuck for weeks on the button that said "name your blog". Finding that perfect name is not as easy as it sounds. I had a lot of help trying to come up with something that would suit me just perfectly, then one day I came upon Christina the Astonishing.
I am not really up on my patron saints of the Catholic faith but knowing that there is a saint that shared my same name sparked my interest. Here is a bit of her story:

Christina Mirabilis
A.D. 1150 - 1224
Patron Saint of Madmen, mental illness,
mental health workers.
Christina was born at Brusthem in the diocese of Liege, in 1150, and at the age of fifteen was left an orphan, with two elder sisters. When she was about twenty-two Christina had a seizure, was assumed to be dead, and in due course was carried in an open coffin to the church. Suddenly, Christina sat up, soared to the beams of the roof, and there perched herself. Everyone fled from the church except her elder sister, who, though thoroughly frightened, gave a good example of recollection to the others by stopping till the end of Mass. The priest then made Christina come down (it was said that she had taken refuge up there because she could not bear the smell of sinful human bodies). She averred that she had actually been dead; that she had gone down to Hell and there recognized many friends, and to Purgatory, where she had seem more friends, and then to Heaven.This was only the beginning of a series of hardly less incredible occurrences. Christina fled into remote places, climbed trees and towers and rocks, and crawled into ovens, to escape from the smell of humans. She would handle fire with impunity and, in the coldest weather, dash into the river, or into a mill-race and be carried unharmed under the wheel. She prayed balancing herself on the top of a hurdle or curled up on the ground in such a way that she looked like a ball. Not unnaturally, everyone thought she was mad or 'full of devils,' and attempts were made to confine her, but she always broke loose.
Eventually she was caught by a man who had to give her a violent blow on the leg to do it, and it was thought her leg was broken. She was therefore taken to the house of a surgeon in Liege, who put splints on the limb and chained her to a pillar for safety. She escaped in the nights. On one occasion when a priest, not knowing her and frightened by her appearance, had refused to give her communion, she rushed wildly through the streets, jumped into the Meuse, and swam away. She lived by begging, dressed in rags, and behaved in a terrifying manner.

Pretty astonishing I think!! Now sharing my name with a Patron Saint of madmen sounds pretty close to my day to day routine....okay that was a joke but every day I am astonished by the world around me and the people that fill up the earth! I am going to make it my goal to blog about all ( or at least most) of the amazing, astonishing things that I come across in my day to day activities. Enjoy!