“Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.” ― Victor Hugo I’m brooding. Thank God Catholics get to brood. I can’t imagine going to a church right now that would ask me to sing happy rainbow songs with a giant screen and clap. Where’s my wool cloak? Where’s my rosary? Where’s my Gregorian Chants? I want to meditate on the sorrowful mysteries. O.k. so I don’t have a wool cloak but I do have a really itchy wool sweater that could do the trick- maybe I’ll wear it all day. Today is the anniversary of Sept. 11th and that alone is worth brooding about. Yesterday I was laid off and forced…
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On the Beach at Night Alone by Walt Whitman (1819-1892) On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, All distances of place however wide, All distances of time, all inanimate forms, All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes, All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages, All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe, All lives…
“Though we can’t always see it at the time, if we look upon events with some perspective, we see things always happen for our best interests. We are always being guided in a way better than we know ourselves.” — Swami Satchidananda syn·chro·nic·i·ty/ˌsiNGkrəˈnisitē/ Yesterday I was planning for the Mexican themed dinner party I was having and needed to find a salad. As I scoured the internet for recipes I remembered a chunky little salad my mom makes with corn and beans. “What was that salad???” I thought as I landed on pinterest.com. Amazingly, smack dab in the middle of the pinterest front page, was a glorious picture of Cowboy Caviar- the exact salad I was looking for. “Ah! synchronicity I guess I was meant…
I want to tell you a dark little secret of mine: about half way through the week I get excited that Sunday is coming when I get to attend Mass and eat the flesh and drink the blood… of Christ. What do you think about that morose vampire loving, all black wearing, twilight reading goths hooked on black eyeliner? I used to be just like you until I found something better —something REAL! It’s called the holy freaking Eucharist ya’ll and it is the bright side of the dark side. And cradle Catholics I ask you, do you believe in miracles because one takes place before your eyes at every single mass! Can I hear an Amen? Amen! Now, my RCIA instructor might not…
One of my greatest challenges as a “baby Catholic” is to have the courage to proclaim my faith. It isn’t easy for me as I feel somewhat like a hypocrite after so many years spent looking down on people who “needed” religion. I used to see it all as a sort of hocus-pocus brain washing by “those people”. Now, I often think of Jesus and feel pangs of guilt wash over me. To my former self, Jesus had been the nerdy kid we all laughed at. From American media, my college professors and almost everyone I was surrounded by on a daily basis, I ascertained cool people and Jesus didn’t really hang out. Now, of course I wonder, if I was “cool” and didn’t…
My road to Catholicism stage one: Just Another Vision From God In my post Foraging Squirrel, I talked about having a “vision from God – that was kind of like the Blue’s Brother’s but without the back flips.” It has been fifteen years since my vision and I am only now comfortable with calling it that. I know it was not a dream or a hallucination and I wasn’t on crack because crack is wack. I simply had a vision from God. As it turns out, visions from God are common enough that I’m really not that special for having one. People have experiences like mine all the time all over the world, we just don’t tend to talk about them for fear of…
