September 27, 2014 § Leave a comment
1) Only for today, I will seek to live the livelong day positively without wishing to solve the problems of my life all at once.
2) Only for today, I will take the greatest care of my appearance: I will dress modestly; I will not raise my voice; I will be courteous in my behavior; I will not criticize anyone; I will not claim to improve or to discipline anyone except myself.
3) Only for today, I will be happy in the certainty that I was created to be happy, not only in the other world but also in this one.
4) Only for today, I will adapt to circumstances, without requiring all circumstances to be adapted to my own wishes.
5) Only for today, I will devote 10 minutes of my time to some good reading, remembering that just as food is necessary to the life of the body, so good reading is necessary to the life of the soul.
6) Only for today, I will do one good deed and not tell anyone about it.
7) Only for today, I will do at least one thing I do not like doing; and if my feelings are hurt, I will make sure that no one notices.
8) Only for today, I will make a plan for myself: I may not follow it to the letter, but I will make it. And I will be on guard against two evils: hastiness and indecision.
9) Only for today, I will firmly believe, despite appearances, that the good Providence of God cares for me as no one else who exists in this world.
10) Only for today, I will have no fears. In particular, I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful and to believe in goodness. Indeed, for 12 hours I can certainly do what might cause me consternation were I to believe I had to do it all my life.
To conclude: here is an all-embracing resolution: “I want to be kind, today and always, to everyone”. In this way, we can put Pope John’s hope for every Christian into practice: “Every believer in this world must be a spark of light, a core of love, life-giving leaven in the mass: and the more he is so, the more he will live, in his innermost depths, in communion with God”.
September 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
I never would have imagined saying this, but I think a may prefer digital books now. I have been reading the Dresden Files and some of these books we have in digital format and others we have in traditional paper book format. The format I group up with, with the smell and the texture and the dog-eared goodness that is a book. But last night I realized that I missed having the table version of the book I am currently reading. This may make me a heretic or something and I am sure my husband will be shocked and my mother might actually pass out if I admit it out loud.
September 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
It seems really hard to believe that he is that he is old enough, but here he is – suit and all, looking every bit the young man. Of course yesterday was one of those days where we were all running around in seven different directions culminating in being at the parish at 6:30 pm. One of those moments where God has a sense of humor. I was sure I was praying for peace — I think He thought I was praying for patience because Lizzy was bound and determined to test mine all through the mass.
The archbishop was gracious and warm — but somehow my camera just made them look fuzzy. The homily was one of those where you are left with a total conviction of the faith. The archbishop spoke so earnestly about how he could trace his ordination back to the 15th century where the church records were lost, but that he knew that the line went back to the Apostles. He described how terrified the Apostles were after the Ascension, hiding in a room, fearing for their very lives until the Holy Spirit descended on them. This transformed them instantly and permanently and led them all save one to martyrs deaths. This spirit was sacramentally passed down from those first Apostles to our Archbishop and to the young people last night. It was one of those homilies where you want to jump up and say “lead on”, a reminder that we need fear nothing ever for our God holds the universe in His hands.
It was a beautiful night.
December 15, 2013 § 1 Comment
I realize that i have been doing something stupid, selfish and vain. Harsh words maybe, but they are real. Stupid – selfish – vain. I have a ton of pictures that I have slowly been scanning in hundreds of pictures that I have stored on my computer. I have been trying to organize them and share them. But as I was going through these pictures I noticed a couple things. I hate pictures of myself and there are painfully few of them.
The reason there are so few pictures of me and why they are so hard to go through is really the same thing: I hate how I look in pictures because I am way heavier than I want to be. I am critical of myself in the pictures because I see every fault, and especially the fat and I hate seeing that. It should be a touch crazy that there are so many pictures with no me and those few pictures of me that there are I just pick apart because I don’t look like a model.
Someday my children will be looking through these pictures and what will they see? Lots of wonderful times, and I won’t be in the pictures with them. They will know that there mom was there, but she was either taking the pictures or making herself busy away from the camera so she wouldn’t be in front of the lens. They will know that she didn’t want to be photographed because she wasn’t happy with her appearance. All those years of avoiding the camera will lead to the inevitable collection of family pictures with mom missing. All the family vacations and outings, the Birthday parties and Christmas mornings and Forth of July, the days on the beach and the hikes in the mountains and no pictures of mom. A few here or there where she had been “unlucky” and caught on film – a couple big family group shots with mom standing behind someone else. Stupid – selfish – vain.
It is really rather silly of me to care so much that I don’t look perfect in pictures. I know I am not the only one to feel this way. The “Dove: Real Beauty Sketches” was passed around and viewed so many times because it said something that so many women know is true, “we are our own worse critics.” Strangers don’t care about the fat or the wrinkles or the bad hair days. The people who love us don’t see that about us. They see their friend, their mother, their sister, their wife — they see the love and friendship. The oddest things is that when I look at pictures from years ago I am much happier with what I see. I was younger, fitter, more beautiful than I remember feeling I was. In twenty years I will likely look back at today with every bit as much fondness. Whatever the future holds the truth is that I will be older and the children will grow up. I will remember these days fondly as love every moment of being in this phase of my life.
I love the photos I have been scanning in of my grandparents and parents. My grandparents are all gone, but in these photos are so many memories of them young and happy. I look at these pictures and see people who love me and it is a blessing to have these pictures. The children have been loving seeing there grandparents as young adults and me and their uncle as small children. When I look at these pictures memories of my childhood come flooding back and that is a joy. The only thing I achieve in my camera shyness is making sure that those memories aren’t around for my children.
It is a bit vain that I think I should present some perfect visage. I am what I am and while bits of that could change I shouldn’t let my fear of people seeing me as less than perfect get in the way of living fully and sharing who I am with my friends and family. In the case of pictures I shouldn’t let this vanity rob me and my children and those who love me of the joy of those snap-shots and memories.
So, for me no more excuses on this. I need to accept who I am (not a fashion model) and allow myself to live in the moment wrapped in the love of my husband and my friends and my children and my family. I am strong and full of joy and don’t need to let insecurity or vanity creep in and steal any more happy memories.
December 20, 2010 § Leave a comment
So picture me.
I am sitting in front of my birthday cake as if I was nine. There are candles all lit and instead of nine there are forty-one. I blow them all out in one satisfying whoosh. Then they start to light up again, yes, those self relighting candles….
No, this didn’t really happen, no one is that cruel to me. But that is how I am feeling at the moment. The second I put out one little fire another springs to life that I thought was out. Eventually they will all go out — really I hope so. But will the cake be worth eating covered in wax?
October 11, 2010 § Leave a comment
This past weekend I finished up “Radical Homemakers: Reclaiming Domesticity from a Consumer Culture” by Shannon Hayes. Basically it is a manifesto for the crunchy side of the opt-out movement. It tries really hard to be a pro-feminist argument for domesticity, but I have a difficult time believing that this book will convince anyone. It is instead a reassurance for the true believer – maybe. It is certainly written for those who have been following the simplicity/lovavore/anti-consumerism movements. In fact, this really isn’t a standalone book. There is too much assumed for the typical America consumer to make heads or tails out of this, especially when they start reading about the book’s heroes (study subjects) who forgo health insurance, live off inheritance, found a rundown, old shack and fixed it up and/or have one solid income earning spouse working while the other plays homesteader.
What did I really enjoy about this book?
For once a book unafraid to use the word “homemaker”. Now of course Ms Hayes does take pains to point out that “housewife” doesn’t mean what you think it means. Supposedly it means something more akin to “freeman”. But still, it is something.
Stuff can’t make you happy. One of those principles that I think touches so much of what is wrong with our society. “Radical Homemakers” devotes a good amount of time to thinking through what the alternatives to “more stuff” are.
A lack of diversity: There is a vast diversity of thought and practice within the opt-out movement. We see only the slightest touch of this in “Radical Homemakers”. Ms Hayes describes that there are all sorts of Radical Homemakers, women, men, families, child-less, singles, single-parents – but all the interviewees have a certain homogeneous world view about them – I really couldn’t tell if this was because Shannon Hayes had selected a narrow band of people she considered “Radical”, if her own writing covered the voices of her subjects up too much or if she just happened to find 20 families opting out of the consumer-driven culture who had read all the same books and echoed each other.
Betty Friedan Fan. Betty is quoted in almost every single chapter. In fact this book is very quote heavy. Lots of quotes give the illusion of a well researched scholarly study, but the quotes are all sort of laboring under the same problem as the interviews. Lots of quote from a rather limited number of sources and all carefully selected to match the author’s world view such as Riane Eisler’s rather fanciful view of pre-historic cultures.
For the general reader, the person not sold on the anti-consumerism movement, I think this book would be horribly discouraging. In fact it was sort of discouraging to me. Ms Hayes doesn’t show you how step out of the rat-race. The stories she shares of those who have managed to step out aren’t really an option for most families, at least not whole clothed. There was no sense of a “first step” that a normal, in debt, working couple with small children, urban or sub-urban family could do. We see people who have been given inheritances, grew up on farms, have families that helped them out – what if you lack any of those resources? I guess you are out of luck and condemned to be another cog in the wheel. In reality of course you aren’t, but I don’t think Radical Homemakers shows that.
All in all
A good book for reaffirming the choices of those who have opted out and maybe a good read for those who are toying with the idea of less consumerism, but deep down inside don’t want to take it too far because that would be just way too much work. If you are looking for a deep exploration of those who have opted to return to homemaking in opposition to the general culture or a guide-book to the way out of consumerism this is not a book you will fall in love with. The view is too narrow and while the beauties and some of the struggles of the trail are described the location of the trail-head is left a mystery.