5.31.2007

calling occupants of interplanetary craft

Your Power Element is Earth

Your power color: yellow
Your energy: balancing
Your season: changing of seasons
Dedicated and responsible, you are a rock to your friends.
You are skilled at working out even the most difficult problems.
Low key and calm, you are happiest when you are around loved ones.
Ambitious and goal oriented, you have long term plans to be successful.



You Should Rule Saturn

Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye.

You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don't always follow the rules of nature.
And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone delve beyond your appearance.

You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you'll be a friend for life.
You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has past.

5.30.2007

overheard

Cell phone conversation overheard at the local A&P:
"So what if he's an ugly hunchback ... he's got money and a nice car. ... No, you don't understand, it's a really nice car."

sirach

On Wednesday mornings they have mass next door in the Infirmary - instead of the Chapel - so that more of the sick and infirm sisters can be there. Now that our intercommunity novitiate classes are over, I'm home on Wednesday mornings and able to attend. This morning in fact I was the lector.

The first reading was from Sirach:
Come to our aid, O God of the universe,
look upon us, show us the light of your mercies
I've always like the book of Sirach - it's one of the things I like about being Catholic :). (It's not included in the Hebrew or Protestant Bibles).

I seem to be pointing you to other bloggy friends these days, but Talmida has an awesome story about to little "old" ladies who discovered the first Hebrew manuscript of the Book of Sirach in 1900. Go check it out...

5.29.2007

gibson and moore in a blender

I recently read an article by Ronald Rohleiser, OMI in the Horizon Magazine published by the National Religious Vocation Conference entitled, "Jesus' deep invitations to contemporary religious life."

One of the points he makes is that religious communities - and the Church in general - need to "live a compassion" that goes beyond liberal and conservative models. "Notice that inside Catholicism," he writes, "everything fits." To make this point he shares something that on the one hand caused me to burst out laughing but that on the other hand is right on target.
In the year 2004, the two most popular movies around the world were Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ and Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 911. The two movies had something in common: both of them were made by Roman Catholics acting on their Catholicism. We have Mel Gibson and Michael Moore inside the same church. Our communities need to start negotiating that. ... Catholicism is big enough for both. If you put Mel Gibson and Michael Moore in a blender, you'd get Dorothy Day, who shows us another way to walk the road of discipleship as a faithful Catholic.

I'm not sure what Ms. Day would say to that, but the point is well taken.

important conversations

Two bloggy friends have opened up important (yet tough) conversations on two topics close to my heart: Steve Bogner on Liturgy and Julie Viera, IHM on perceptions and assumptions about nuns.

New Translations
For those who don't know, our experience at mass is about to change BIG time. The folks in Rome have decided to implement a new literal translation of the liturgy. There's an excellent article by Bishop Donald Trautman in last week's America magazine on the topic. It's worth hunting down a copy if you can. For example, here's the new prayer over the gifts for the Advent Season:
Accept, O Lord, these gifts,
and by your power change them
into the sacrament of salvation,
in which the prefiguring sacrifices of the Fathers have an end
and the true Lamb is offered,
he who was born ineffably of the inviolate Virgin.
"Prefiguring? " "Ineffably?" "Involate?" Other great words in the new translation include "gibbet," "sullied," "suffused," and "consubstantial." As Bishop Trautman says in the article: "If the language of the liturgy is inaccessible, how can liturgy catechize and convey the reality of the living, risen Son of of God in the Eucharist?"

Or as Steve Bogner says in his post: "O
f all the issues facing the church today – and there are plenty of big, serious ones – why in the world is... who's in charge of this thing? - why are 'they' spending precious time and resources on such a project that will further alienate and distance people from the Mass?" Read more on Steve's blog...

Nuns: Perceptions & Assumptions
Sister Julie Viera has a post responding to a reader's comment about Nuns being "too wordly" and not wearing habits anymore. I must say I am impressed with Julie's wilingness to open up the discussion about perceptions and assumptions of nuns. There's quite a conversation going on over there that's worth a look.

5.28.2007

in a quiz kind of mood

We're back from the shore. It was a great weekend, complete with deep conversations, thought provoking material, and plenty of time by the pool. I'm a bit brain dead at the moment though so i give you some assorted blog quizzes.

You Are Not Destined to Rule the World

You are destined for something else...
Like inventing a new type of cupcake.
You just don't have the stomach for brutality.
But watch out - because many people do!



Your Observation Skills Get A C+

You tend to notice the big things in life...
But the details aren't exactly your forte

True - I'm not very observant. Perhaps that's why I'm not destined to take over the world?

5.24.2007

away for a few days

I'm headed to our retreat house on the shore for a community Memorial Day gathering. I'll check back in on Monday most likely.

Peace,

Susan

pray for peace in memory of the dead

Two years ago on Memorial Day I wrote: "This year Memorial Day seems more poignant than usual. So many lives have been lost in the Iraq war. Not to mention the 37 other armed conflicts across the globe." I then went on to list the specific numbers of casualties of the Iraq war which have only increased.
  • As of Memoria Day 2005 over 1,6000 Americans had been killed in Iraq. This number is now over 3,400. (Source: icasualties.org)
  • As of Memorial Day 2005 there between 21,000 and 25,000 reported deaths of Iraqi cilivians. This number is now between 63,000 and 70,000. (Source: Iraq Body Count.) These are just specific civilian deaths reported in the media. The actual number is much higher and could be as high as 650,000 or 2.5% of the Iraqi population. (Source: Lancet Survey)
Two years ago I wrote:

But on this memorial day I do not just remember my countrymen, but my Iraqi brothers and sisters as well. ... All of these people, American and coalition soldiers, Iraqi soldiers and police, and the women, men and children who try to live their lives in the war zone that is Iraq have families and loved ones who mourn them. On this memorial day I keep them all in my prayers and in my heart.

My life in America is so far removed from their reality, even though the mess that is the Iraq war was started in my/our name. To "protect" my/your freedom. ...

I agree with Pope John Paul II who said, "No to war! … It is always a defeat for humanity."
I agree with MLK who said "Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows."
I agree with Master Yoda, who "said," "Wars do not make one great."

But on this memorial day I do not protest, but pray. For an end to war. For God’s peace to fill our hearts, and to comfort those who mourn and remember those they have lost. What else can I do?

It's two years later, and I find myself in the same space, while the conflict has become more and more violent. No matter what your political affiliations, please join me in praying for peace this Memorial day to honor the memories of all those who have died. This has become my simple peace prayer mantra:

May peace fill our hearts, our homes and our world. Amen

5.22.2007

mr. groundhog

Our novitiate house is located on the grounds of the eastern province headquarters on the Hudson river. Now that spring has sprung, our view of NYC has been obscured, but we've got lots of beautiful new green growth to take its place. And lots of little critters to watch ... turkeys (ok, not so little), other assorted birds, the occasional bunny rabbit and lots of groundhogs.

Tonight after dinner I went for a walk on the grounds. I sat on a bench near the river and watched boats coming to and fro, and lots of varieties of birds coming to and fro as well. On my way back to the house, I saw a rather hefty groundhog bounding across the lawn. Then, all of a sudden, he vanished from sight. Where could he have gone thought little old me. I walked a little closer and saw that he was - I kid you not - hiding behind a lamp post. He had stood up on his hind feet and was standing as still as said lamp post. I stopped to watch him for a bit, and then I realized he was leaning on the lamp post. He looked like a cartoon character. I could have imagined him with his hands in his pockets or smoking a cigarette. I watched him for a while, and then I went on my way. When I looked back, he had returned to all fours.

Thanks Mr. Groundhog. You made me smile!

thoughts on the Ascension

I still get the bulletin mailed to me each week from my old parish. St Phil's is really my spiritual home. It's where I came back to the church and where I discovered my passion for peace & justice. I like to keep tabs on the goings on there. Plus, that way I know what to pray for. Right now they're getting ready to welcome a refugee family from Burundi!

I also enjoy reading the Pastoral Corner, which the pastor, associate pastor and director of faith formation take turns writing. This week's pastoral corner was written by the pastor, Fr. Rich Colgan and it has some words I really needed to hear related to the recent feast of the Ascension and life.
Transitions, even necessary ones, are hard. They were for the first disciples as they went from seeing Jesus visibly to knowing of his presence with them as Risen Lord. Yet, this transition changed them from adolescent followers to adult leaders like Jesus Christ. He calls them and calls us to carry on with our own mission(s) in life, knowing that our experiences will not be easy always, but always will be worthwhile. Jesus the Christ invites us to embrace life to the full as He did. Our Light and Our Peace tells us not to be afraid or anxious.
There's more, but these words really spoke to my heart today. Once again and example of how we stumble across what we need to read at particular points of our journey. I've already e-mail Fr. Rich to let him know that his pastoring continues, even if I'm 3,000 miles away and he didn't know I needed to read/hear that!

5.21.2007

questions

In today's Gospel, the disciples say to Jesus:
“Now you are talking plainly, and not in any figure of speech.
Now we realize that you know everything
and that you do not need to have anyone question you.
Because of this we believe that you came from God.”
And Jesus replies to them (and I think to us):
“Do you believe now?
Behold, the hour is coming and has arrived
when each of you will be scattered to his own home
and you will leave me alone.
But I am not alone, because the Father is with me.
I have told you this so that you might have peace in me.
In the world you will have trouble,
but take courage, I have conquered the world.”
I've been reflecting on this reading most of the day, especially after the homily at this morning's mass and then our shared reflection in morning prayer here at the house. It seems to me that Jesus knows that while he may not feel the need to be pestered by incessant questions, the disciples need to ask them. He is patient with them, just as he is patient with us.

One of my Sisters shared this morning that it's as if Jesus is trying to comfort them, to prepare them for what is to come. He's going to be crucified, they're going to leave him alone at the cross (except of course for the women). But that's not the end of it, because it's bigger than them. They (and we) will have trouble in the world, but take courage.

I take comfort in knowing that even those who were with Jesus day in and day out for years, even those who witnessed his public ministry and soaked up his words while sitting at his feet, even they pestered him with questions. Why suffering? Why does the life of faith seem so hard at times? How does this all fit together? How can we possibly go about building the kingdom of God? It's all so big and overwhelming.

Take courage, he says. Find your peace in me, not in the world. Or as one of my favorite passages from the Hebrew Scriptures says:
For the vision still has its time, presses on to fulfillment, and will not disappoint; If it delays, wait for it, it will surely come, it will not be late. (Habakkuk 2:3)

5.19.2007

playing in the dirt

Today was a great day. I got to see the ocean and play in the dirt! How lucky am I??? We have a retreat center on the Jersey shore, and today a few of us drove down to help with some spring planting and weeding on the grounds. It was supposed to be a rainy day, but as it turned out the weather was beautiful! I was in a bit of a grumpy mood these past few days, but my day at the shore was just what I needed for an attitude adjustment!

I'm going to volunteer at the retreat center for a week later this summer. It will be fun to check up on the vegetables I planted to see how they're doing (and maybe eat a few!).

Those are my non-profound thoughts this Saturday evening. Hope all is well in your respective worlds.

5.18.2007

groovy wisdom

I've been reading (and praying) some of the documents my groovy sisters wrote during the Renewal period after Vatican II. There is some amazing stuff! Definite words of wisdom, including these words that I thought I'd share with my bloggy friends.

Another dimension of prayer is our involvement in a life-style which continually opens us to an awareness that God is speaking through persons, events and situations in our daily life. When we respond to God in our midst this becomes then for us the vital means by which we affirm our own belief in the meaning of the Incarnation. If we participate in life with this perspective we will be better able to see our activities or apostolate in their true light. This view of life in its totality will help us recognize that the human situation is the manner chosen by God to manifest the divine to us. It is also the way in which He allows us to respond to His Spirit working in the world. -Sisters of St. Joseph of Peace, Response in the Spirit, 1969-1974

5.17.2007

connections

I met a bloggy friend in real life for the first time today (Tom who blogs at Kicking & Screaming) and got to visit with an old friend of mine (Tom's novice director who is my old pastor, Fr. Steve). They were in the New York area getting ready for Ordinations on Saturday of one of their seminarians (Congrats soon to be Fr. Bart)! It was good to connect with a good and old friend, even if just for a short while.

This first year of novitiate is a time away. As our groovy constitutions say, "it is a period of intensive prayer and study." That combined with the fact that I'm 3,000 miles away from home base means that I don't get to see old friends very often. I have made new friends here, mostly groovy sisters and associates, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get homesick from time time time. I manage to keep in pretty good touch with my friends and family via e-mail and the occasional phone call, but there's nothing like an in-person connection complete with hug.

It's also fun to meet virtual bloggy friends in person. I've particularly enjoyed getting to know other young men and women entering or starting out in religious life through the blogosphere. It helps somehow to have other names and faces who are embarking on this wonderful crazy journey.

5.16.2007

creativity and prayer

You Are 71% Creative

You are beyond creative. You are a true artist - even if it's not in the conventional sense of the word. You love creating for its own sake, and you find yourself quite inspired at times.

I think of myself more as crafty than artsy, although I suppose creative would be an accurate description. I love making greeting cards for friends. Scrapbooking is another love. So too is cross stitch - although I can't follow patterns. I took a book making class once and did that for a while. For me it's more about the process of creating than what I create. It puts me in a good space, calms me down, and gets me in touch with the energy of life.

Which is why it's surprising that I'm surprised at a recent discovery of mine ... art as prayer. One of our last sessions at our intercommunity novitiate program included a session on "Process Painting." Basically, she gave us a big piece of paper and some crayon pastels and let us go. Her one rule was that we stick with the painting for the whole afternoon. There was more to it, but that was the gist of it.

My painting/drawing would not classify as great art, but it is full of feeling and expresses where my relationship was with God on that day. I was taken aback by how much it helped me to enter into a (non-verbal) conversation with the big guy. For such a heady person, this was great!

Since then I've been integrating a modified form of this practice into my morning prayer. I usually spend a bit of time each morning in silent meditation. I now have a drawing book and a Big Box of Crayolas (complete with the sharpener in the back!) next to my space in the chapel. After I sit, I open the book and the box of crayons and see what happens. Again, it is by no means great art. But it is a wonderful way for me to get out of my head and my need to verbalize everything and move into something else. It's not really something I can explain with words, but I could probably draw it! I suppose it's an art journal, rather than a journal of words.

New discoveries in the spiritual life are such a gift and a blessing!

5.15.2007

on prayer

I'm reading one of those perfectly timed books right now, Let in the Light: Facing the hard stuff with hope by Patricia H. Livingston. She has good things to say in an easy to read style, particularly about the importance of reframing our responses to difficult things in positive ways.

I say it's "perfectly timed" in that I literally stumbled upon it when I was cleaning up the library, just hours after a session with my spiritual director where we talked about many of the same themes. Light has also been a theme in my prayer lately. I find that such "coincidences" often happen in life and it's best to go with the flow and not try to figure them out.

She's got a wonderful perspective on prayer that I thought I'd share with my bloggy friends. First she quotes a Dutch Jesuit named Peter van Breemen from The God Who Won't Let Go:
When prayer seems to be lacking in fruitfulness, usually the reason is that we have tried to do too much. Years of experience have convinced me of this. 'Doing too much' might mean that we are straining unwittingly trying to force an experience of God. This only makes us tense, and that tension can block the gentle movement of God. ... Resist the inclination to make prayer productive.
She then writes:
I laughed out loud when I read that. ... My favorite way to pray is having coffee with God early in the morning, looking out at the water of Tampa Bay. Every day the sky and wind and water are a canvas communicating God's love. ... After the coffee, sometimes I read the scripture of the day or a little of another book. Sometimes I mediate with a mantra. On different days I am drawn to different ways. The key for me is not to strain, to follow what is appealing, to pay attention to what communicates God's loving presence. [emphasis added]
Do you ever read something that you've thought or that you could have written? The part I've bolded apart sums up my own approach to prayer these days. I take it much less "seriously," and yet it is all the richer. One of those paradoxes of the spiritual life I think.

And for the record, I often have coffee with God on our front porch to watch the birds and the occasional turkey or yesterday, a deer!

perspectives

When I visited the new National Musem of the American Indian a few years ago, I was struck by the opening lines of the introduction to the main exhibit, Our Peoples. Above a description of the arrival of Columbus in 1492 were the words "Invasion." As an American who had grown up exposed to a very different perspective, I was struck by those words. But, as the Smithsonian website says, this exhibit is an opportunity for Native Americans to tell "their own stories—their own histories—and in this way the exhibition presents new insights into, and different perspectives on, history. "
The main story of Our Peoples focuses on the last 500 years of Native history and shows how the arrival of newcomers in the Western Hemisphere set the stage for one of the most momentous events in human history. In the struggle for survival, nearly every Native community wrestled with the impact of deadly new diseases and weaponry, the weakening of traditional spirituality, and the seizure of homelands by invading governments. But the story of these last five centuries is not entirely a story of destruction. It is also about how Native people intentionally and strategically kept their cultures alive.
Yesterday I read a story in the NY Times detailing the Pope's last speech during his visit to Brazil: The Pope Denounces Capitalism and Marxism. In reading the article, I found his comments interesting if provocative, particularly in the eyes of an American reading the words of a German Pontiff to the people of Latin America. Perspectives have an impact. But then I read the closing paragrpahs of the article:

Later, in his speech to the clergy at the large shrine to the Virgin Mary here, the pope also offered what amounted to a revisionist history of the church’s origins in Latin America.

The standard view in the region is that the Spanish and Portuguese conquerors, accompanied by the clergy, imposed Catholicism in a ruinous process that left native populations, as a common phrase puts it, “between the cross and the sword.”

Some modern-day Latin American theologians have lamented the destruction of indigenous civilizations and sought to incorporate elements of those cultures into the Mass as one way of making amends. But in a statement likely to be controversial in countries with large Indian populations, including Mexico, Peru, and Ecuador, Benedict rejected that approach.

“In effect, the proclamation of Jesus and of his Gospel did not at any point involve an alienation of the pre-Columbus cultures, nor was it the imposition of a foreign culture,” he said.

He added: “The utopia of going back to breathe life into the pre-Columbus religions, separating them from Christ and from the universal church, would not be a step forward; indeed, it would be a step back” and “a retreat towards a stage in history anchored in the past.”

I must admit that I spit out my morning coffee when I read those words.

Which is why I was not surprised to read this article in todays WaPo: Brazil's Indians Offended by Pope's Comments.

Pope Benedict not only upset many Indians but also Catholic priests who have joined their struggle, said Sandro Tuxa, who heads the movement of northeastern tribes.

"We repudiate the Pope's comments," Tuxa said. "To say the cultural decimation of our people represents a purification is offensive, and frankly, frightening.

"I think (the Pope) has been poorly advised."

Even the Catholic Church's own Indian advocacy group in Brazil, known as Cimi, distanced itself from the Pope.

"The Pope doesn't understand the reality of the Indians here, his statement was wrong and indefensible," Cimi advisor Father Paulo Suess told Reuters. "I too was upset."

I'm not hoping to cause a firestorm of debate or comments here. That will happen on its own, as it probably should. We still have a lot of discussion, dialogue and reconciliation that needs to take place on this world of ours as we go about the work of building the kingdom of God. Perhaps the Pope's words and the ensuing debate will help that happen? While "I too was upset," I hope and pray that good comes from it all in the end.

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While I'm on the topic, I can't help but share the words of a favorite bumper sticker I saw years ago: "In 1492, Columbus got lost at sea and stopped to ask for directions."

5.13.2007

a very small giant

Last fall we had an assignment for our History of Religious Life Class, namely to chat with one member of our community about what life was like before, during and after Vatican II. I decided to talk with one of my favorite sisters in the infirmary, Mary Byrnes. We have dinner next door with the sisters on Sunday, and we always help to clean up and set the tables afterwards. Mary was always the queen of the napkins. There she'd be, scooting herself along in her wheel chair with her feet, placing each napkin just so on the tables. Mary was many other things in addition to being queen of the napkins - catechist, teacher, director of our school for the blind (where a building is named after her), mentor and spiritual guide.

Anyway, one day I mentioned to Mary that I'd love a chance to chat with her for my project and clued her in on some of the questions. I told her I'd get back to her to figure out a good time to meet.


The next day, my novice director knocked on the door just as I was getting out of the shower. Mary was on the phone. She wanted me to come over right away to talk about the project. When Mary talks, you listen, so I headed on over.

I walked over to the infirmary and down the hall to the last room on the right. Mary was sitting up in her chair, anxious and alert. "I've been up all night," she said "thinking about what I want to tell you. I know you have your list of questions from the teacher, but let me tell you what I want and then if you need to you can ask your questions."

She proceeded to share with me her experience of the renewal of religious life, something she had taken very seriously. She had so much to tell me, and I was enthralled. It was definitely worth the unexpected summons to the infirmary.

It turns out that Mary's name "in religion" before the renewal was "Concordia." I asked her how she'd come by such a name, and she told me her story. She had asked for name after name and been denied. Finally, one of the other novices told her that the superior's sister was a sister in a different community and had the name Concordia. "Ask for that name and you'll get it," said the novice which Mary did and she did. I asked Mary what Concordia meant. "One with heart," she said. "Sometimes I wish I'd kept the name because it held me accountable, but when it comes down to it I'm just plain Mary."


Well, I'm here to tell you that Mary was Mary, but Mary was also definitely one with heart. I'm also sad to say that Mary passed away this afternoon.

I'd visited Mary a number of times over the past weeks when she was in the hospital and then when she returned to the infirmary for hospice care. The last time I saw her in the hospital she was clear as a bell and we had a nice visit. She was weak, but her spunk and her heart shone through. Mary was a giant - small of stature, but gigantic of heart, spirit, love, energy, committment and passion for the gospel of peace. She will be greatly missed by many, including me.

When I started writing about our recently deceased sisters on the blog, it was to tell their stories as real life courageous women of faith. It really is an honor to have known them and to be part of something they helped to shape and form. What I didn't expect was that I'd be writing so many of these "in memory" posts. It's part of the reality of religious life these days I suppose. There are so many elder sisters in their 80's & 90's. But we've had a string of deaths this year, whereas during my first 2 years with the community there were only a handful.

Please keep the sisters in our infirmary and assisted living center in your prayers. If I'm doing my math right, this is the fifth death this year in this house alone, not to mention the three sisters in the west and one in the UK. Demographic reality or no, it's got to be hard on this wonderful women.

5.12.2007

peaceful mother's day

In honor of my mother (who inspired me by her love and concern for all God's creatures) I continue my bloggy mother's day tradition with this re-post.

How many of you know about the original pre-hallmark meaning of the day? Read Julia Ward Howe's Original Mother's Day Proclamation from 1870. Here's a teaser:
"Arise, then, women of this day! Arise all women who have hearts, whether our baptism be that of water or of fears! ... We women of one country will be too tender of those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says "Disarm, Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
So, I'm spending some time in prayer this Mother's Day in thanksgiving for my own mother who rests in eternal peace, but also in solidarity and love with mothers in war torn countries and the mothers of those serving in the military. Seems an appropriate way to mark the day.

Peace,
Susan

PS - You might want to visit this website to redisover the original meaning of mother's day.

mom's day quiz

You Are Totally Like Your Mom

You and your mom are practically clones.
You think alike, and you even seem to read each other's minds.
You're definitely you're mother's child... and that's just fine with you.

5.11.2007

it's still Friday

Late in the day but it's still Friday so I give you the RevGalBlogPal Friday Five!

"There are two types of people in the world, morning people and night owls. Or Red Sox fans and Yankees fans. Or boxers and briefs. Or people who divide the world into two types of people and those who don't. Let your preferences be known here. And if you're feeling verbose, defend your choices!

1. Mac? (woo-hoo!) or PC? (boo!)
Why yes, the Friday Five author reserves the right to editorialize!

While I love the Mac in concept, pocketbook restrictions and the pracical issue of having worked in an all PC environment for 11 years has me typing these words on a PC, or to be more accurate a notebook computer.

2. Pizza: Chicago style luscious hearty goodness, or New York floppy and flaccid?

Neither. My all time favorite pizza is "PG County Pizza." It's generally square and generally greasey and can be found at Ledo's or Pizza Wheel, although there's a great difference between the two.

A close second would be Northwestern style frou-frou pizza from Pizzacato, Bella Facia or Oasis Pizza in Portland.

3. Brownies/fudge containing nuts:
a) Good. I like the variation in texture.
b) An abomination unto the Lord. The nuts take up valuable chocolate space.
[or a response of your choosing]

Nuts of course! Crunchy AND as a source of protein they notch up the nutritional value.

4. Do you hang your toilet paper so that the "tail" hangs flush with the wall, or over the top of the roll like normal people do?

I'm not sure that I'm consistent. I don't think I've ever given much thought to how I do this. I'll have to pay attention next time!

5. Toothpaste: Do you squeeze the tube wantonly in the middle, or squeeze from the bottom and flatten as you go just like the tube instructs?

My toothpaste that I'm currently using doesn't come from a tube. It's more of a container so it's not an issue.

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For those of you who have noticed my writing patterns, I've delved back into the world of blog quizzes and memes which generally means I'm working through some unbloggable issues in my life. I can share that I seem to have found a certain amount of inner peace and groundedness which I am so very grateful for in the midst of the unbloggables. At the same time however, I'd appreciate a prayer or two from my bloggy friends if you're looking for someone to pray for. If I ever have the opportunity to pitch a new line of barbies, Sister Barbie is going to say "Novitiate is hard" when you pull the string. ;)

Peace Out my bloggy friends!

5.10.2007

Seven Random Things About Me

I've been tagged by X Squared to play the Seven Things MeMe:
Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they have been tagged and to read your blog!
So here goes - 7 random things about me in no particular order:
  1. I like to travel in circles. That is, if I go one way, I like to return by a different path.
  2. I was a nanny in a former life, both during college and the first year after college.
  3. My junior year in high school I was obsessed with NHL hockey. I attended, watched on tv or listened on the radio to each of the 80 games played by the Washington Capitals during the regular season, not to mention the play offs. If I recall it had partly to do with a school girl crush I had on one of the players.
  4. I had a faith crisis in my late teens/early 20's as I struggled with my relationship with God and the institutional church. I got a job on Sundays so that I wouldn't have to go to church with my family.
  5. In my mid 20's as I began to feel the pull of the spiritual life, I thought seriously about becoming a Quaker and even attending meetings, but it just wasn't the right fit.
  6. I can only cook if I follow an exact recipe. I'm not good at improvising, and if the instructions aren't particularly clear things won't be edible.
  7. Surprisingly given #6, I don't like to follow patterns when I cross stitch or do other crafty projects. If I follow the instructions, it's a flop. If I make it up, it is at least interesting and occasionally presentable.
Now, another random fact about me is that I don't like to tag people by name for MeMes. However, if you're reading this and you'd like to play - either on your own blog or in the comments here - please do so!

5.09.2007

Since 1972

I haven't watched the Price is Right in ages, but when I was in kindergarden it played a big role for me. I was enrolled in the afternoon kindergarden. In the morning I'd play, then my mom would make my lunch, we'd watch Bob Barker on the Price is Right, and when it was over it was time to drive to school.

Years later I'd often hear those familiar sounds when I was in high school. We had to walk by the convent doors on our way to the lunch room (the provincial house was next door). The Sisters would usually be watching the Price is Right.

After 35 years, Bob's decided it is time to step on down. He's been doing the show as long as I've been alive (I turn 35 this summer). No wonder he's ready for a break.

5.08.2007

The Runner Stumbles

When I was in Seattle over St. Patrick's Day for our Province Assembly, I was able to visit for a bit with Sr. Marguerite Morrissey. She had recently been diagnosed with a terminal illness and was receiving hospice care at our province headquarters. I think the entire province traipsed through her room over those days to say goodbye. She was gracious and elegant as always, even from her perch in her hospital bed. She seemed ready to face what might come her way.

Marguerite trained at the American Academy of Dramatic Art and performed on Broadway before she entered the community in 1953. As a Sister of St Joseph of Peace, she ministered as a principal, in our formation program, and as as administrator of our province headquarters. She also received Masters Degrees in Theology and Theater Arts.

In later years, Marguerite returned to her love of acting. She was a technical advisor and played the role of Sister Immaculata in the 1979 film The Runner Stumbles.

Marguerite was also a woman of justice. She worked to alleviate the root causes of poverty, worked for peace and was a strong advocate for the people of Iraq. I have a friend that recently moved to Seattle and got to know Marguerite through her parish. Even in her late 80's, Marguerite was a dynamo on the parish social justice committee.

We received word this week that Marguerite passed away. The wake is tonight in Seattle and the funeral is tomorrow. I am sorry that I didn't get to know her better and that I won't be there to say goodbye, but I am grateful for my last visit with her in March.

Our community did not have very many deaths in recent years, but so far this year we have said goodbye to women who were quite simply put, giants. Women of faith, original characters who lived life to the fullest. It is an honor and a privilege to have the opportunity to get to know them and to follow in their footsteps. Hopefully I won't stumble too much ...

how quickly time flies

Our Intercommunity Novitiate group ... or most of it anyway ... gathered today for one last hurrah. Our classes finished last week, but today we were invited to lunch at the motherhouse of the Sisters of Christian Charity. It was so great to see everyone again, a mere six days after our closing ceremonies. It's hard to believe that I won't see them all again on a weekly basis, although I'm sure we will manage to stay in touch. Thank God for e-mail!

Since last September we've been meeting weekly on Tuesdays & Wednesdays at a retreat center in Ossining, NY for our intercommunitiy novitiate classes. The subject matters were extremely relevant to our experience, and the presenters were for the most part excellent. We were also able to share and plan liturgies and prayer on the days we were together. But perhaps the best part of our time together was getting to know deeply the novices and novice directors from the other communities.

We were a diverse group. Our novitiate community came together from 8 different religious communities and included men and women from a variety of backgrounds, ages, and nationalities. On the practical side, it was wonderful having folks to talk to who know what my daily existence is like but that I don't necessarily live with! On a deeper level, it was wonderful experiencing first hand the many gifts and charisms that God has given to the church through religious communities. It left me with great hope for the future.

The summer is starting to shape up. I've got a few research projects I'm working on related to our community history and a pile of books I'm hoping to read. I will continue my weekly ministry at the hospital and just signed up to spend a week volunteering at our retreat house in July. I'm also taking some classes, going to El Salvador and then on retreat. The canonical year ends the first week of September. My how time flies!

But even though I will be busy with good things, I will miss our time together at the intercommunity novitiate. It has been an amazing blessing in my life.

5.07.2007

rocking the boat

Hmmmm.... this is fitting, seeing as we started with the Prophets in our Scripture Class this evening!

Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

5.05.2007

park time

Today was a free day here in novitiate land. The last few weekends have been so busy with guest speakers, jubilee celebrations, etc... When I realized that this Saturday was free on the schedule, I checked with my Novice Director to see if she would be ok with me going into the City for the day.

And so this morning I awoke early to take the bus across the GW Bridge where I caught the subway. I checked out a flea market, stumbled across a fundraising walk for something or other, and strolled through a farmer's market. And this was all before noon! At noon I headed to St Paul the Apostle where I had lunch with a priest friend of mine. This was my other motivation for heading into the City - he's one of the few friends I have in the area and he's actually moving in a little over a month! It was good to catch up with him.

The two of us took a stroll after lunch through Central Park. It was a GLORIOUS day and as such most of New York and many of the tourists seemed to be in the park. After my friend went back to work to prepare his homily, I headed back to the park. I found a nice park bench, watched all the people and caught up on my long neglected journal.

I had intentions to check out a musuem or two, but enjoying the weather and the sounds/sights of the park was by far the better option I think. I love big civic spaces, particularly parks like this one in large cities. When I got to thinking about it, I decided that places like Central Park are really where we're best at sharing and the concept of the common good in our otherwise individualistic and materialistic culture. Who knows who the people were sitting next to me on the park bench, walking their dog or playing with their toddlers on the lawn. Strangers all, we shared an experience of pure joy today in the park, even if I didn't talk to anyone except the blank pages of my journal.

All in all, a great day. Really a retreat day in the City, with the added bonus of a mid-day visit with a good friend.

PS - I love this picture I found online of Central Park. My house is really in the far top left corner of the picture, just north of the GW bridge in the green part across the river!

5.04.2007

party time

This week's RevGalBlogPal Friday Five is party themed: tell us these five things about parties, birthday or otherwise.

1) Would you rather be the host or the guest? I'm not sure if it's the introvert or the control freak in me, but I'd much rather be the host. That way I have more control over whether I have fun, and I can busy myself with tasks if I'm on people overload.

2) When you are hosting, do you clean everything up the minute the guests go home? Will you accept help with the dishes? Of course I accept help! I usually plop down in exhaustion after folks leave, then get some energy and clean everything up as soon as possible. Now that I live in community I share the clean up duties with 4 other people so it goes by very quickly and more enjoyably!

3) If you had the wherewithal, and I guess I mean more than money, to throw a great theme party, what would the theme be? Well, the best party I've ever been to was one that my old roommate CoCo & I put together just before Episode I of Star Wars came out. It was of course Star Wars themed with everyone in costume and it was just awesome! We had 5 Han Solos (all men), 4 Luke Sywalkers (all women), C3PO, a cross dressing Princess Leia, Greedo, Aunt Beru & Uncle Owen, Darth Maul, Darth Vader, Chewbacca (me), Boba Fett, and one of the best imitations of a Sand Person I've ever seen (you know who you are) complete with screeching sound. Perhaps you had to be there, but it was one of the most enjoyable evenings of my entire life. Given that I've already reached the pinnacle of theme party-dom, I don't know if I'd throw another one.

4) What's the worst time you ever had at a party? There have been many times when I've been at a party and just not involved or in the mood to be there. If I can find someone to talk to, I'm good. But if there are people I don't know or I'm not in the talking to people mode, I can easily withdraw and the party just drags on and on and on.

5) And to end on a brighter note, what was the best? Well, aside from the aforementioned Star Wars party, I loved my 29th Birthday Party. Growing up with a late July birthday in the DC area, I never got to have birthday parties. Either we were on vacation or everyone I knew was on vacation. So, in my 20's I started throwing birthday parties for myself to make up for lost time. When I was turning 29 I gathered my best girl friends for a trip to Chuck E Cheese. We played skeeball, ate pizza and drank beer. What could be better?

5.03.2007

and now for something completely different

It's morning, the sun is out, the birds are chirping (no turkey gobbles though) and the world seems a bit less serious. So I give you a Thursday morning blog quiz:

Your Ideal Hairstyle:

All One Length, Side Part


Yesterday at our farewell Intercommunity Novitiate day we watched a short video presentation made up mostly of pictures of our year together. I was amazed at how much my hair has grown! You see, I haven't had a hair cut since the middle of August. Considering that I used to get my hair cut every 4 weeks or so, this is a major shift. I've really enjoyed watching what happens to my hair. It's like it has a mind of its own, although it is growing out really nicely albeit with more stray gray hairs than I would like. The last time I grew my hair out it was pretty straight - this time it's got lots of body and even a few curly areas.

Have a good day everyone. I've got nothing on my plate and am planning to make this a sabbath day of sorts once I log off the computer.

5.02.2007

wednesday night tune up

We're back from our last session at the Intercommunity Novitiate program. That deserves a post in itself at some later point, but right now I'm fairly brain dead and am sitting with my feet up and tuning in again to what my ipod has to tell me.

I've been living into a situation the past few weeks that I can't really blog about as it involves other people. That said, it's one of those universal situations where you're not a direct actor in a situation, but rather are peripherally involved. Perhaps you see someone in pain or going through difficult times - you want to help but you don't really have any power. Or perhaps you see how they are contributing to the situation themselves but don't know how to say it in a way that it can be heard or helpful. Or perhaps you don't even necessarily see the "injustice" but can't help but feel compassion for those involved in the struggle. Or any number of combinations of the above. I'm sure we've all lived through similar scenarios with various entry points. So, given that, what does my ipod have to tell me?

(As a refresher, the concept is that the Holy Spirit can work through technology as well as people. Put the ipod on shuffle and see if there's a common theme).

Song # 1: Wig in a Box by Polyphonic Spree
On nights like this when the world's a bit amiss ...
I get down, I feel had, I feel on the verge of going mad ...
It certainly sets the stage.

Song # 2: Poets of Your Love by Kathy Sherman
I paused and I was held by your beauty and your grace
a gift that came quite unexpectedly
Sometimes, in the midst of the chaos, I remember to pause and just breathe and reflect - God's in charge, not me. One gift of this novitiate year has been the opportunity and support for a daily meditation practice. One of the benefits of said practice is an occasional groundedness in the midst of the chaos that quite honestly surprises me.

Song # 3: Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads
You start a conversation you can't even finish it
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything
But even with the occasional "mystical moment," I'm still me and as such, I stumble along. Sometimes it seems like I can't really help the situation no matter what I do. I try to talk, but I put my foot in my mouth. Or I talk a lot, but I don't say anything. This happens in prayer sometimes, not just the real world messy situations of my life.


Song # 4: The Perpetual Self or "What Would Saul Alinsky Do?" by Sufjan Stevens

Everything is lost - uh oh!
But I know that you can take it to the Lord
Everything you want - uh oh!
Is it all that you can gather for yourself?
Do you love a lot - uh oh!
It's the love that changes gifts to everyone

But everything is not lost! God's in the mix. But if God's in the mix, if God loves me and I love God, then I love other people and I'm back in my dilemma quicker than you can say Speed Reader (did anyone else grow up watching the Great Space Coaster?). I want to help, I want to fix things. But is that really my job? Or the big guy's? Or ... gasp ... the personal responsibility of those involved?

Song # 5 Murder (Or a Heart Attack) by the Old 97's

And the whole damn complicated
Situation could've been
Avoided if I'd only shut the window

Ok, so closing the window is not really a viable solution, but it is tempting.

Song #6 Big Nothing by Elliot Smith
You can do what you want to there's no one to stop you
Now you can do what you want to whenever you want to
Perhaps the answer is just to go about my own business? But when you are peripherally involved, you are involved even if not directly. Apathy is not really an attractive option for me either.

Song #7 What the World Needs Now is Love by Burt Bacharach

Self explanatory - although a surprising selection as I wasn't aware it was on my ipod. Compassion, love, care, and concern are active even if they do not involve direct action.

Song #8 The State that I'm In by Belle & Sebastian
So I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Seems like I'm on the right track.

Song #9 The Rules by Ben Kweller
Understand that all I do
Is not enough for myself.
I am tough on myself
I need to freeze, I need direction, aw please ...
I love that ... "aw please." What an awesome prayer, a realization of powerlessness and surrender. Not only can I not fix the situation, I can't do anything without God. I am not an island, I am not omniscient, I am not omnipotent. I'm just Susan, and my task here on Earth is to be the best Susan I can be.

Song # 10 Fighting in a Sack by the Shins
had it nailed to my forehead again
To keep this boat afloat
There are things you can't afford to know
So I save my breath for the sails.
And so, I care. I am present as best I can be to the people and situation. I'll make mistakes. I'll put my foot in my mouth. But I can't fix anything. All I can do is be as much of a presence of peace as is humanly possible, trust in the goodness of God, and save my breath for the sails.

I don't know if this post will make sense to anyone who is not me, but I feel as if (with the help of my ipod) I've been able to pray my way through an unbloggable situation. And while I can't really blog about the situation, I was able to blog about the prayer and that in itself helps.

Night all. Peace to you and your loved ones.
Susan

as requested

As requested here are photos of my tree and its unexpected yellow droopy pom-pom type things.

The pictures are a little fuzzy because I took them through the window screen.