March for Life

Last weekend marked the 38^th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the court decision that legalized abortion. This event is memorialized each year with The March for Life, a peaceful protest calling for the repeal of this disastrous decision. On Monday I had the opportunity to attend the Rally and March with my daughter, son-in-law and his brother, two granddaughters and two grandsons.

My 11 yr old granddaughter and I left NJ on Sunday afternoon and spent the night with my daughter and her family (husband and 3 children aged 7 months, 2 ½ and 5 years) in PA. The next morning we took off for DC around 5am to meet up with my son-in-law’s brother, a Franciscan friar. After attending Mass and enjoying the hospitality of the priests and brothers at the Friary we took off for the Rally. We walked to the Metro, took two trains (while wheeling 2 strollers) and finally arrived as the events were starting. We acquired our signs and moved in to hear the speakers. The expected hour and a half of speeches lasted almost 4 hours in below freezing weather. About 3 hours into it we went into the Art Museum to thaw out the kids who by now were reaching the Popsicle stage.   

As we were preparing to leave the museum we got word that the rally was over and people were lining up for the March. We quickly bundled back up and headed out to take our place in line. When you’re walking with small children and pushing strollers it’s difficult to keep a place in large group so we found ourselves drifting in and out of the different groups.  There were approximately 200,000 people marching that afternoon, people who lived nearby and people who had travelled all night by bus to get there.  There was an impressive amount of young people carrying signs promoting themselves as being the pro-life generation.  That gave me a lot of hope for the future.

As we made our way down the street, I heard one surrounding group praying the Rosary, another, the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. Other groups were drumming and singing hymns and songs of praise and worship while others were making up pro-life chants. Some were quiet, probably engaging in personal prayer. I found myself saying a Hail Mary with this group, a little of the Chaplet with another group, singing a familiar hymn or song and yes even jumping in on the chants and dancing to the drums. But most of all I watched my family as we marched together for a common cause, respect for life, all life. I thank God everyday for the wonderful family that He’s given me, a family willing to brave the freezing temperatures for a cause that they believe in.

 

When the March ended, we made our way back to the Metro.  Two trains and short walk later we were back to the Friary where we had left the car. It was now rush hour in DC and we were all tired.   The Friars, who had made extra food since they had guests staying with them, invited us to come in, refresh ourselves and share their meal. Eventually we made our way back to my daughter’s in Harrisburg.  My granddaughter and I switched to my car and drove back to NJ.  It was a long cold day but I’ll remember and hope that my grandchildren will as well.

I would like to express my thanks to the priests and brothers at the St. Louis Friary in DC.  Your hospitality was incredibly generous and welcoming.  God Bless!

Read, Eat Fruit and Smile!

Happy New Year!

My wish is for a happy and healthy 2011 for all of my friends and family.

Resolutions! Are you a resolution person? Have you spent the day making lists and promising yourself that this will be the year that …. (fill in the blank)? Although it’s good to have goals (without them we probably wouldn’t even get out of bed in the morning), history has proven that we usually don’t keep our New Year resolutions.  We set the bar too high and set ourselves up for failure.

I stopped making resolutions years ago but I do take inventory every year. I look at what I’ve accomplished or what I’ve learned and how I’ve challenged myself.  Then I consider what I can do to improve myself in the upcoming year.  

My husband was listening to talk radio the other day and the host proposed the following question: “What will you try to improve this year, your mind, your body or your spirit?” Of course, with my holistic way of thinking, I immediately started to ponder on how I could improve all three.

I’ve always been an avid reader but in recent years my computer time has replaced a lot of my reading time.  To improve my mind I’m going to try to read a book a week. This will probably cut down on my computer time but might also keep my brain from turning to mush.

As for my body, I’ll continue to try to improve on my diet.  I usually eat healthfully and have no trouble incorporating vegetables in most of my meals.  However, I find that I’m often lacking in fruit servings. So I’ll start by trying to eat at least one piece of fruit a day. I know that this probably sounds strange since most people have more trouble with vegetables than with fruits.

What can I do to improve my spirit? This required a little more thought.  There were a lot of areas where I could improve. However, I wanted something powerful enough to make a difference but not so overwhelming that I set myself up for defeat. Then it hit me! I could smile more! I remembered that when I was in Israel, Fr. David frequently looked at me and said “smile.” I wasn’t unhappy I just tend to have a serious look.  I have a friend/co-worker who is always saying “watch out for her she has the look today.” I know exactly what look she means too.  I’ve seen it in photographs. Sometimes when I’m lost in thought I can look downright mean. Smiling more will definitely improve that image as well as my spirit!

Hopefully I’ll improve myself in mind, body and spirit this year but not with resolutions that will be cast aside in a month.  I’ll make slight improvements daily by just remembering my new mantra, “Read , Eat Fruit and Smile”!

A Lot to be Thankful For!

“The key to life is to be grateful and give thanks for everything that happens -- both the happiness and the sadness.” Author unknown

This quote is on the bottom of my calendar this month.  I’ve checked this same calendar numerous times this month; today is the first time I noticed it. Perhaps that’s because I asked for an inspiration for this blog this morning.  Ask and you shall receive! In any event ‘being grateful’ is a perfect topic for the week before Thanksgiving. 

When our children were young, it was a tradition in our household to go around the dinner table and state the things for which you were thankful. As they grew older we seem to have lost the tradition but now that they have families of their own I think that we should re-initiate it. It’s very easy to say that we are thankful for the happiness in our lives: the new job, the new house, our families, etc. But how can we be thankful for the sadness? How can we express our gratitude for something that has brought us sadness: the loss of a job, illness, the death of a friend or family member? That’s a little more difficult.

Earlier this year, after having attended 7 funerals in a few months, I wrote an entry in my Nuts and Bolts blog about ‘Life Lessons learned through death.’ Some of the lessons I learned were that we need to keep in touch more with those we love, that death happens no matter what your religious beliefs are and to never be afraid to say ‘I love you.’ But can I truly say that I’m grateful for these sad events?  That’s a tough one!

I thought about how to pull the positive out of these unhappy situations and find something for which to be grateful. When my mother died I was deeply saddened; but I was also grateful for the days I had to be with her while she was ill. Usually when you lose a job you find something much more rewarding and the same with a bad relationship; in time you’ll find someone more suited to your needs and wants. Sometimes a prolonged illness will give you time to think about your life and renew your faith.  Sometimes we just need to sift through the ashes a little longer before we can rise up again.

This Thursday is Thanksgiving and we all have reasons to be thankful, for both the happiness that we enjoy and the sadness that gives us grace and strength. If you don’t have a sharing tradition in place, why not start one this year and if you do have one, reinforce it. Express your gratitude to your family and friends.  Make it truly a day of gratefulness and not just a turkey fest.

And from my house to yours:

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Our God-Given Gifts

Our gifts from God are not unique in and of themselves.  What is unique is the way in which we choose to use them. A few of you responded that you have the gift of love. The responses showed the many ways that this gift is used. Someone mentioned motherly love. This is a special gift that creates a bond between mother and child, usually forever. When shared it’s a double blessing, two gifts in one, giving and receiving. Not only motherly love but the ability to love anyone unconditionally is a gift that we are all given but must work to cultivate.  I saw a sign once that said something like, ‘I’m trying to be the person that my dog thinks that I am.’ Dogs instinctively love unconditionally, maybe there’s a lesson to be learned there.

Another gift that a few people mentioned was healing. One person that mentioned that gift is a nurse; she wrote about being there to help patch up and comfort injured players on her child’s softball team. This is a true example of both healing and love.  It would be much easier to say “This is not my child or my problem. Go tell your mother you got hurt.”  But instead, out come the tissues, the antiseptic, the Band-Aids, all applied with a gentle hand, a smile and a word of encouragement. 

The other prevalent responses were talents, baking, writing, painting, etc. We all have something that we do well but if we’re really passionate about it, we share it. I bought a Halloween cake last week at a bake sale. Someone had put a lot of time and effort into making this cake look like a graveyard, complete with marshmallow ghosts and Vienna wafers with R.I.P.  written on them in frosting. Then handed it over for a bake sale! Why?  Because someone they loved was a Girl Scout who needed to raise money for their troop. My husband is an artist and on numerous occasions has donated one of his creations to be auctioned or raffled for a fundraiser. I touched on why I write in my last blog and other writers have re-iterated that reason.

Sometimes when we think about gifts from God we concentrate on the big charismatic things and forget about the little things that God has given us. Pay attention to your gifts this week and see the value in the small blessings you give and receive; like the ability to change a child’s tear into a smile or the joyous look in someone’s eyes when you appreciate their efforts or maybe someone touched you with their gift. Whatever your gift or talent may be, use it to its fullest capacity this week with passion and joy.  God smiles when we use His gifts!

Let me know you used your gifts this week or what gifts you received that brought you joy.  God bless!  Have a joyous week!

Why I Blog

What has made you stronger in your journey? I didn’t get any responses to that question but I did get a number of questions which I feel merit a response.

Why do you feel the need to write and share your thoughts about your intimate life with others?

 God has bestowed certain talents and gifts on all of us.  I believe that I was given the ability to write so that I could share my thoughts.  The details that I share are ones that I feel others can relate to.  They’re intimate to me but if it helps someone to put their lives in perspective then I’m happy to share them. I don’t share details that would put burden on or embarrass another member of my friends and family.

Always wondered why people need to do it?   

It’s not so much that I need to do but that I want to do it.  If I learned nothing else on my recent Pilgrimage I learned that we are not singular individuals as much as we are a community of God’s people and as such we should reach out to each other.

Are you trying to influence others? 

I’m not trying to directly influence people but if they read my blog and they laugh a little or if it sparks an idea or provokes a thought then it benefits everyone. Our days get very complicated sometimes and we don’t even realize it until it’s too late and we’re all stressed out. If I’ve made you laugh or stop to think about something then I too have accomplished something. 

Do you have purpose or a message that you think that you want to send?

This was the toughest question because it made me look at my motivation for writing not only this blog, but the other two blogs as well. People write blogs for all different reasons. For Julie (of Julie and Julia) it was a way to document her adventures as she cooked her way through Julia Child’s cookbook. For some it’s a way to educate on a certain topic and for others it’s a personal journal shared with anyone who may be interested.

I have always enjoyed writing and telling stories, especially humorous ones. I was always hearing “You should write a book.” I truly believe that everyone has a book in their lives; but who has the time to write it and, unless you’re famous, who wants to read it? When I started my first blog (Nuts and Bolts) it was with the idea that I could hone my writing skills while possibly making people laugh or think (depending on the topic).  The Garden Blog came after I had spent a year with a Community Supported Garden and although we ate well, we still composted a lot. The idea for that blog was to share lessons learned and recipes and hopefully get the same back from my readers. This blog Spiritual Wanderings came out of a sociological interest that I have in people’s beliefs and philosophies. Having completed a Master’s program in theology and working in an industry that has a very diverse population has fed this interest. When I proposed the idea I got positive feedback.  So here we are!

I admire what you are doing, but why do you care or think that others care?

I may be naïve but I have a belief that there is a fundamental goodness in most people and that we all need a little nurturing now and again. My blogs are only sent to people who have responded that they would like to see them or occasionally because I think that the subject matter would interest them. I have had some people tell me that they’re not interested and they are removed.

Basically, I blog because I enjoy it and I enjoy the interaction that it sometimes sparks. And it’s fun!!

What gifts have been bestowed on you?  How do you use them?

Na zdrowie!

I left off the last blog with a question, “How do you define spirituality and where has your journey taken you?” I received a variety of answers, not only in the comment section but also in private emails. I saw two main themes emerge from the responses:  1)  a strong belief in God’s power  and love throughout  our lives and 2) a hunger  and searching for that belief with some trying to find it and others trying desperately to hold on to it. Either way I believe that we’re all on the same journey just on different parts of the road. No one ever said that the journey would be clear sailing downhill nor should we believe that it’s all an uphill battle.

I recently returned from a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land. I had no idea what to expect.  Would it truly be a Pilgrimage or would it be more like a vacation? The word pilgrimage to me conjures up visions of wandering around a desert on foot, sleeping under the stars and eating off the land. However I knew that we had a tour bus, a hotel room and restaurants. So just what about this trip would constitute a pilgrimage? I soon found out.

Before we even got on the plane we faced our first challenge.  We were one group of 36 people speaking two different languages. Some spoke English, some spoke Polish and others could manage both. Somehow we all managed to get on the plane, arrive in Israel, reclaim our luggage and get on the bus to start the tour (at 6:30 a.m. after very little sleep on our 10+ hour flight).  Hence the second challenge!

We started our day by visiting the ruins of Caesarea and then headed off to visit the Sanctuary of Stella Maris and have Mass (which was half in English and half in Polish). We continued on to Tiberius and eventually checked into our hotel.  At the welcome dinner we were divided between 4 or 5 tables but the 6 of us who were totally English speaking stuck together as did the totally Polish speaking people. Despite Fr. Dawid’s (our spiritual leader) attempts to integrate us, we seemed to be functioning as two separate groups.

By the middle of the trip things started to change.  One evening, a couple sat at our table for dinner.  They didn’t speak English and we didn’t speak Polish.  We tried talking to each other but it was awkward at best even with gesturing. But when Val, the husband raised up his glass and said “na zdrowie!” It didn’t take rocket science to know that he was offering his glass in friendship. We still tried to communicate but when things were unclear someone would raise their glass and say “na zdrowie!” and smile. A smile translates well in any language.

Throughout the trip as we followed the footsteps of Jesus I slowly saw our group becoming not 2 separate groups of travelers but one group of pilgrims. When we realized that someone was missing we were all concerned and when another fell sick we inquired about their health and prayed for them.    Sometimes we need to be more childlike and not let simple barriers like language get in the way.

  

The day we went to Bethlehem I knew that we had reached a new level of understanding.  There was a large crowd of people in line waiting to enter the Cave of the Nativity and with the stone floors and steps it was potentially dangerous. Being only 5 feet tall it’s very easy for me to get lost in a crowd.  But more than once I felt a hand on my back pushing me through the crowd and back into our group.  It was one of the Polish men from our group helping to keep me safe.

As our group entered the cave I noticed that two men stood, one on either side, holding back the crowd until our group was safely through; one Polish speaking (the same one who had helped me through the crowd) the other, English speaking.  They didn’t previously know each other and they hadn’t planned this with words, they instinctively knew that it was the right thing to do.

We started this trip as mostly strangers with two different languages but ended it as pilgrims walking in the footsteps of Jesus and taking care of each other.  We’re all back home and paths have diverged; but for ten days we walked the same paths on our spiritual journey.  I believe that we’re all better for having faced the initial frustrations and are now stronger as we continue on our separate journeys.

Dziękuję my new friends!  Thank you!

What has made you stronger in your journey?