"I started working in the fields when I was five. After that, I worked construction for thirty years. Eight years ago, I was between jobs and I wanted to do something useful, so I started going to school. It took me 8 years to get through middle school, because I could only go to classes when work was slow, but I finished with a 9.3 out of 10. Now I’m moving on to high school. The toughest part is Algebra."
(Mexico City, Mexico)
Can’t Help Falling In Love With You (Cover) - Fleet Foxes
"Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
But I can’t help falling in love with you…”
Every time my sister reblogs this, I reblog it too.
Y’all are lucky it’s about the only thing of hers I reblog, because she lives on the weeeeeeeeeird side of Tumblr.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
"I gave my three year old daughter some worthless coins, and jokingly told her that she was rich. She went and hid the coins away, and I forgot all about them. Around the same time, my oldest daughter got a bunch of money from her aunts and uncles for her birthday. A few months later, we needed money for food, and I asked my oldest daughter if we could use some of her birthday money. She refused. I almost started crying, because I thought then that I had completely failed as a parent. But suddenly, my youngest daughter appeared, and gave me back the handful of coins that I had given her."
(Mexico City, Mexico)
My impulse is to write something like, “BRB, crying”, but that’s too flippant. So just know that I am, in fact, welling over this. How’s that for the widow’s mite?
Another ear worm.
"Charity is certainly greater than any rule. Moreover, all rules must lead to charity. Since she is a noble mistress, we must do whatever she commands. With renewed devotion, then, we must serve the poor, especially outcasts and beggars. They have been given to us as our masters and patrons."
St. Vincent de Paul
I am a rule follower. I love me some rules. I think at one point I assumed this would bring me to a place of comfort and security. Instead, the Church pulls me more and more out of my comfort zone. There’s an inverse relationship between ease and peace.
Here’s an ear worm for ya.
Though I am not bound to anyone,
I became a slave to all,
To the weak I became weak.
– I became all things to all men,
that I might at least save some.
Responsory from the Office of Readings; 1 Corinthians 9:19, 22; Job 29:15-16
Novena to the Most Powerful Hand
“O Powerful Hand of God! I place my Christian soul before you, and in my despair and anguish, beseech you to aid me with your almighty power. At your feet I place the devotion of my sorrowful heart that I might be delivered from my suffering. May the loving kindness of your power help me and give me strength and wisdom to live in peace and happiness. Amen.”
Reason #5,932 to get a kick out of Catholicism: this is a thing.
I will give them a single heart and I will put a new spirit in them. Then they shall be my people and I shall be their God.
Snakes in hats is a thing. Noted.
Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.
-St. Augustine, rather famously.
This cross was in the museum part of the cathedral in Burgos, Spain. It’s older than the United States of America. This was a recurring thought during my sixteen days of running around alone - so many very common things in Spain are so much older than our very young country*.
I spent a lot of time just sitting places, thinking about how old they were and all the lives that had passed through them. On Good Friday, a few days before I got to Burgos, I spent a couple hours sitting in a small chapel (across a small square from a giant church, both older than the U.S., because Europe) reading and writing and thinking about Jesus and feeling really loved. When I left, tons of people were milling around in the square between my chapel and the church, and I had this sort of Thomas-Merton-in-Louisville moment (except I was weary and felt isolated and stood at the edge of something I couldn’t get my arms around) in which I was struck breathless by Christ’s love for each person before me.
My computer background is set to rotate between pictures from that trip. This one popped up, and on a Sunday morning in Michigan reading at my kitchen counter about “a four-phase reflective cycle [used] in professional development work with teachers” (Rodgers, 2002, p. 230)**, I’m feeling all of those things all over again.
*I mean the governmental entity such as we know it and of which I am a part. People lived on this continent well before that.
**APA used tongue-in-cheek/for practice.