Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Having one of those weeks...

That this song describes exactly:


"So you lie in your bed and you won't let the morning come in..."
"Your life is not what you thought it would be..."
"Lift up your head; help is on the way and it won't pass you by...
You just gotta reach out a hand" ("Breaking You" by Audrey Assad)

Making a goal list was not a good idea. I haven't even done one thing. "That at which we should aim is, then not to impose a lot of things on ourselves, as good as they may seem... Rather, we must try to discover the disposition of our soul, the profound attitude of our heart and the spiritual conditions that permit God to act in us..." (Searching for and Maintaining Peace by Fr. J. Philippe, p.4)

Monday, February 27, 2012

How to react to failure?


How to react when confronted with failure? Mother Teresa has quite a few things to say about it, a few here:

"If you are discouraged it is a sign of pride because it shows you trust in your own power. Your self-sufficiency, your selfishness and your intellectual pride will inhibit His coming to live in your heart because God cannot fill what is already full. It is as simple as that."

"God doesn't ask that we succeed in everything, but that we are faithful. However beautiful our work may be, let us not become attached to it. Always remain prepared to give it up, without losing your peace."

"Be humble and you will never be disturbed. It is a very difficult in practice because we all want to see the result of our work. Leave it to Jesus."

This weekend I went on a retreat with my youth group. It has been hard to not be discouraged and not depend on the success of what I'm putting my effort into. Last year I quit the youth group, then regretted it and went back, but it suffered a few heavy blows and we're pretty much starting from zero again. There were a total of six people at the retreat and things are looking pretty unsuccessful for the near future, but I'm learning that it might just be in these moments that we learn the most and that the most surprising things happen. I'm learning my real motivations in doing things, accepting my weakness, learning about faithfulness and that relationships really are the most important thing in life. Our relationship with our Heavenly Father, with others, how to love and be loved.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Just being


Carnival was still a holiday here for me in Portugal and it was oh so nice not to work Monday and Tuesday. I hung out with my friend Sofia all day Tuesday at the beach near my house. If I hadn't been with her, I would've probably gotten ahead on "work" I have to do, would've prepared the retreat I'm going on this weekend or cleaned my house or something productive like that. Instead, we walked on the beach and sat at a cafe all morning. It was almost difficult to not do anything, and try not to think about things I had to do, but it was wonderful. It's exactly what I'd like to spend more time doing: slowing down, hanging out, being outside, being with people.


“Uma experiência, cada vez mais frequente, é a de não termos tempo. Dizemos, repetindo um provérbio que os latinos já usavam, que o tempo voa (tempus fugit). Voa o tempo para estar. Contudo, ‘foi o tempo que perdeste com a tua rosa que tornou a tua rosa tão importante para ti’, explicou a raposa ao Principezinho. Contudo, sabemos vem que há uma qualidade de relação que só se obtém no tempo. Por alguma razão, esse raro Mestre de humanidade chamado Jesus, disse: ‘Se alguém te pede para o acompanhares durante uma milha, anda com ele duas.’ Só estando, descobrimos o sentido e a relevância da nossa marcha ao lado dos outros. Só estando presentes a nós próprios nos apropriamos da nossa caminhada interior. É tão fácil tornarmo-nos desconhecidos. Basta não estar."(Pai-Nosso que estais na Terra de Jose Tolentino Mendonca, p. 62)

"An experience, ever more frequent, is not having time. We say, while repeating a proverb that the Romans also used, time flies (tempus fugit). Time to be flies. However, 'it was the time you lost with your rose that made your rose so important to you", explains the fox from the Little Prince. We know there is a quality of relationship that you can only obtain with time. For some reason, that rare Teacher of humanity named Jesus, said: 'If someone asks for you to accompany him for one mile, walk two with him.' Only being, do we discover the meaning and relevance of our journey alongside others. Only being present to ourselves do we appropriate our interior journey. It's so easy to become unknown. You only need not be."

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

How to paint icons

How to paint icons without actually knowing how to paint/draw:
  1. Find the icon you'd like to paint. I picked the Mother of God of Fatima, because I wanted to make one for myself and two friends that I met through Theology of the Body congresses.
  2. Enlarge the icon on your computer (save then zoom) to the size you want, then place a regular piece of lined paper over your computer screen and lightly trace the icon.
  3. Cut out the icon, cutting along the outer edge. Place it onto where you want to paint the icon and trace the shape onto there.
  4. Keep cutting out parts and tracing progressively, until you trace everything onto where you want to paint your icon (except for the face). Then try your best to draw the face.
  5. Paint to your heart's delight!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Pastorinhos party

Yesterday I had a "pastorinhos" party and it was wonderful. The theme was the little shepherds (pastorinhos) of Fatima, Blessed Francisco and Jacinta. Yesterday was their saint day in the Church, even though they aren't canonized yet. We celebrated with friendship, the most "peasant-like" food I could make, sheep made out of toilet paper rolls and cotton balls, flowers, wine, angel cutouts, rosaries and cakes with acorn shapes. The little shepherds would give their snacks their mothers had packed for them to poor children they'd see on the street and eat acorns instead. After the party, my heart was full, full, FULL! I love intimate dinner parties at home and I love friendship.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Sounds and silence of the weekend

I spent this Saturday at a retreat spot in Sintra with a couples group reflecting on discernment. I spent a week there on a silent retreat this past summer and it was really tough! I had never done a silent retreat before and it was pretty painful. This time we also had some time for silence, but it wasn't as difficult. Here are some of the sounds of the birds, roosters and bees:



My favorite thing I learned about discernment was the difference St. Ignatius of Loyola gave on well-being and peace. One is emotional consolation or desolation and the other is spiritual consolation or desolation. Spiritual consolation is anything that increases faith, hope and charity, whether or not it corresponds to your feelings. Peace and spiritual consolation should accompany desires and decisions, while spiritual desolation can be a time for purification or a sign that something isn't God's will. In these times, the "Ignatian" rule is to not make changes or decisions.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Things in my home I've been proud of this week...

"Homemade" laundry detergent: grated blue and white soap. This is the "classic" soap my mom and others here in Portugal would wash their clothes with (by hand) a long time ago that is still sold in stores and very useful (and cheap!). Worked like a charm on my clothes...

Lace candles made from empty honey jars and inspired by pinterest...

A goal list for next week, also inspired by pinterest...

Thursday, February 16, 2012

From run to waddle


Life in my parts has been hard to slow down. The other day I watched ducks in the park waddle around, take baths in the pond and nap. I haven't done exercise in the past two weeks and I can't help but wonder why I can't live a little more like the ducks: take care of me, take care of others and my home. And nap more. And also make time for the person who created me (something that ducks don't really do).

January and February have been tough for me. I think it's something about the winter... last year at this time was also tough. Close relationships have been changing, I've had to accept failure and admit it to people. I've been trying to decide between church groups. In hard and busy times, I think I need to slow down even more. Do one difficult thing per day. Stop making rash decisions, but try to find peace first.

Ducks at Gulbenkian park

A Chinese Valentine's lunch... yes, that's tofu! It was delicious (sui min and jasmine tea)

Here goes a wonderful poem that my inspiring friend Alex sent me:

Slow me down, Lord!
Ease the pounding of my heart
By the quieting of my mind.
Steady my harried pace
With a vision of the eternal reach of time.
Give me, admidst the confusions of my day,
The calmness of the everlasting hills.

Break the tensions of my nerves
With the soothing music of the sighing streams
That live in my memory.
Help me to know
The magical restoring power of sleep.

Teach me the art
Of taking minute vacations of slowing down to look at a flower;
To chat with an old friend or to make a new one;
To pat a stray dog,
To watch a spider build a web;
To smile at a child;
Or to read a few lines from a good book.

Remind me each day
That the race is not always to the swift;
That there is more to life than increasing its speed.
Let me look upward
Into the branches of the towering oak
And know that it grew slowly and well.

Slow me down, Lord,
And inspire me to send my roots deep
Into the soil of life’s enduring values
That I may grow toward the stars
Of my great destiny.

—– prayer by Wilferd A. Peterson

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Sister Lucia's Memoirs of Fatima


I really enjoyed reading Sister Lucia's Memoirs about Fatima. I had very low expectations, but it was surprisingly a page-turner! I loved hearing about three ordinary children's lives, in a small rural village with a very religious but simple upbringing. Lucia started tending a flock of sheep by herself when she was seven years old. When I think about today's 7-year-olds and their maturity level, this is astounding. Her family life included shared hard work, prayer and play. Every night they'd knit around the fire and sing: "Seeing as my sisters, during some of the seasons of the year, had to work in the fields during the day, they'd sew and knit in the evening. After supper and the prayer that followed, recited by my father, work would begin. Everyone had a task: my sister Maria would go to the loom; my father would fill her heels; Teresa and Gloria would sew; my mom would knit; Carolina and I, after cleaning the kitchen, were occupied by removing (tailor) tacks, sewing on buttons, etc.; my brother, to spread sleep, would play the harmonica, and we'd sing several songs. Neighbors would come, quite a few times, to keep us company and they would say that, although we didn't let them sleep, they felt happy and all their worries would go away from just watching the fun we'd have." (p. 73 Portuguese version) Lucia would take care of her neigbors' little children on her patio, while their mothers worked in the fields. She'd entertain them with games and catechesis, she'd "teach them doctrine" as she put it. She and her sisters would get dressed up from time to time and help out at dances or celebrations. I liked the way she described a cousin's wedding, where all the women of the village got together and cooked for the reception. That seems to me the way it should be, not catering and thousands of dollars spent on luxury weddings.
     Lucia's friendship with Francisco and Jacinta is most endearing. She didn't especially like them at first (they were younger), but they insisted on following her everywhere. I liked finding out that they were normal kids, reminding me that saints are human and sinners also! (Something I tend to forget...) They played just like normal kids and even fought just like normal kids. Jacinta would sulk if she didn't get her way. Instead of praying the rosary at their lunch break in the fields with their sheep, they'd say the words "hail Mary" and "our Father" on each bead so they could get right to playing.
     Of course, after the apparitions of the angel and of Mary, they prayed the whole rosary. It was very interesting to hear the story of the apparitions, how they felt afterwards, how it impacted their lives and the lives of their families. It was amazing how much they suffered: Lucia with the rejection of her family and Jacinta and Francisco with their illnesses, but how they accepted their suffering. "Some neighbors commented, one day, with my aunt and mother, after having spent some time in Francisco's room, 'It's a mystery that we can't understand. They're children like all others, they don't say anything, yet being near them you feel something different from the rest.' [...] It doesn't surprise me that people had these feelings, since they're used to finding, in everyone, only the material aspect of a short and fleeting life. Now, the mere sight of these children raises their thinking to the Mother of Heaven, with Whom they say they have a relationship; to eternity, where they see themselves going soon, so joyful and happy; to God, Who they say they love more than their own parents; and also to hell, where they say people will go, if they continue to sin. Materially speaking they are, as was said, children like all others. However, if these good people, so used to only the material aspect of life, knew how to elevate their spirit a bit, they'd see without difficulty, that in them there was something that quite distinguished them." (p. 189 Portuguese version)
    


This book had that same indescribable tone of the few saint's writings I've read. It's marked by extreme humility, and by humility I mean acceptance of one's self and conditions in life. "On these trips I didn't always find esteem and care. Next to the people that admired me and thought I was a saint, there were always others that would insult me and call me hypocrite, visionary or sorceress. It was our good God adding salt to the water, so that it wouldn't corrupt. In this way, thanks to this Divine Providence, I passed through fire without getting burned, and without getting to know that little bug called vanity that usually corrodes everything. On these occasions, I'd often think: Everyone is wrong: I'm neither a saint, as some say, nor a liar, as others say; only God knows what I am." (p. 112 Portuguese version) These memoirs are also marked by obedience to God and his Church and by a certain peace and acceptance that is difficult to explain. I DEFINITELY recommend reading this book!

JPII prays at Fatima in 1982, thanking Our Lady of Fatima
for her intercession in saving him from his bullet wound

Friday, February 10, 2012

Molting in crisis

Molt: to cast or shed (feathers, skin, etc.) in the process of renewal. (dictionary.com)
Yesterday was a liberating day. What if I told you having my hair cut was almost as important as a graduation day or winning a race? I think it was a combination of factors: not having cut my hair in a year and half, having my own money to pay for it (no feeling bad or selfish), for the first time not being intimidated due to my lack to style but being comfortable with me!

I went to Hairport, an ultra-hip place I'd gone to three years ago. It's downtown Lisbon, in a 100-year-old storeroom with modern decor. The hairdressers are German, Austrian and Spanish and they all have short hair, red or purple highlights and tattoos. It's a super cool and fashionable place. Last time I went (and usually when I go to the hairdresser), I felt super nerdy and unfashionable.

This time I was completely different... inside. I didn't try to be tough, I accepted being sweet and silly/naive. I didn't pick an ultracool hairstyle from a magazine... I said what I wanted. We both laughed at how impossible it seemed: waves and volume, even though my hair is straight. Basically, as afro/crazy/country as possible. And to my surprise? She did it! And taught me how (apparently there's this thing you can put at the end of your blow dryer called a diffuser?)

I've cut my hair and I've bought clothes before but never with the purpose I'm doing it with now. Something is different inside...

"I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of the clothes. If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit? If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes. All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be. Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles. Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives. The loon retires to solitary ponds to spend it. Thus also the snake casts its slough, and the caterpillar its wormy coat, by an internal industry and expansion; for clothes are but our outmost cuticle and mortal coil. Otherwise we shall be found sailing under false colors, and be inevitably cashiered at last by our own opinion, as well as that of mankind." (Henry David Thoreau in Walden)

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

HHS and a Revolutionary Church

I have a post at IgnitumToday called "HHS and a Revolutionary Church":
http://www.ignitumtoday.com/2012/02/08/hhsrevolutionarychurch/

Hope you like it!


JPII at Igreja da Encarnacao in Lisbon

A weekly picnic (now with three people), including homemade snickerdoodles!

Monday, February 06, 2012

Full gallop


That's me riding on a beautiful horse named Nesga ("little piece") this weekend! My friend was nice enough to invite me to go with her and we took a ride around the riding school. How do I ride horses and still manage to complain about my life? I manage somehow. I am coming to the conclusion I'm really spoiled. Then we went to a cafe with a beautiful ocean view and latin music. I felt like I was on a trip somewhere tropical. Finally, I went to a birthday dinner at a factory-turned-restaurante called Lx Factory in Lisbon which had a brick oven in the middle of the room and lots of rustic decoration. Even though it sounds like a dream weekend, it was pretty crazy and busy. From now on, I'd like to make my plans and time more meaningful, intentional and s...l...o...w. That's the moral of the story of my weekend.  

"In art there are neither mistakes nor touch-ups,
the beauty is in the artist."

Friday, February 03, 2012

Conclusions about weakness

I'm only posting once this week, pretty far off from my ideal of every weekday. This week didn't go as planned, it was a lot more worried/busy and less peaceful than last week. That's okay though, things don't usually go as I plan and that's a good thing. They are usually far from ideal. I've been realizing some things these past few weeks:
  • I have a lot of problems. Emotional and psychological problems that prevent me from living my life as fully and happily as I'd like, and probably as God would like. This might seem basic, but it has been hard for me to come to the realization that I have just as many problems as the people I think who "have a lot of problems".
  • When I forget I have problems, God will remind me.
  • The game of Catholicism/life gets harder as you go progress, like any good game (as Marc Barnes from Bad Catholic puts it so well here).
  • Other people know I'm not perfect and like me anyway.
  • God knows I have problems. He was counting on it. He created me anyway and gives me all the gifts/responsibilities I have anyway.
  • I'm the one that can't stand admitting I have problems... I have lots of pride.
  • God is curing and helping me along, but it's a life-long process.
  • My problems help me connect with other people that have problems.

Christopher West has a new book out! It's already on the way to my house. You can watch an two video interviews with him about it here:
I love what he said about why he took his year-long sabbatical. He says teachers/apologists tend to think they have something really remarkable to offer, but in fact, as St. Paul says, all we have to offer is our weakness. He says he has been reflecting on his own poverty. They were really words of hope for me, especially after coming to the conclusions above. I've been confronting and trying to accept my own poverty/weakness, because that's really all I have to offer.

My basil and cabbage flower trying to survive the winter
and my lack of knowledge on how often to water them
Being Portuguese and making soup