Monday, April 29, 2013

Groceries

My new grocery bag... 

It made me happy, walking home in the cool shade with a bag full of food. 

It's a traditional pattern from the north of Portugal, "Lencinho dos namorados" and it says (in rhyme), "Go bag in my hand, go run to the village. Go show my love his filling/parcel of joy."

Friday, April 26, 2013

Woman

A woman ought to have an immense capacity for acceptance. 

Be able to integrate everything...
floods of emotions, 
broken, shattered dreams, 
human frailty. 
Be adaptable, 
create and dream using unexpected materials. 
Make beauty out of the impossible. 

A woman is an endurance athlete, 
an artist with recycled materials, 
the last living survivor in a train wreck, 
the last standing spectator on the sidelines. 
A woman knows all, feels all, integrates all. 

Rest in Harvest - William-Adolphe Bouguereau

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Spring is for...




Runs/walks in the park...
oatmeal+chocolate+cranberry muffins...
and strawberries...



...and nurturing hope that there is a solution/redemption for every problem, no matter how awful it may seem. 

"Expect to have hope rekindled. 
Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. 
The dry seasons in life do not last. 
The spring rains will come again."
 - Sarah Ban Breathnach

Monday, April 22, 2013

Resurrection moments

 I went to a Taize prayer last Friday with some friends and it reminded me of the two times I've been to Taize and the three times I've been to Theology of the Body conferences. Those were the times I felt most at peace, most close to Heaven, most fulfilled. Why can't times like those happen more often? Why can't I always be inspired and uplifted? 

This Easter, I heard a priest say that we mainly live in Holy Saturday time: the waiting, the hoping, marked by the grief of Holy Friday, knowing God will redeem all evil. So it makes sense to just have these "resurrection moments" every now and then. The rest is just "one foot in front of the other..." in this earthly pilgrimage.  

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Laying around


I ♥ laying on the beach, watching people swim…
people I love of course. In this case my handsome hombre. 

Mainly because I'm a big sissy when it comes to cold water. But also because it's so nice to enjoy the sun and sound of crashing waves. And this weekend I also got to hear French (tourists) and watch their little naked French babies run around. BONUS. Why are French babies always naked? ;)


Monday, April 15, 2013

Spring...

It has finally stopped raining in Lisbon. Winter has passed. The sun came out and it feels like spring... inside and out!

My landlady's flowers...


“The lovely flowers
embarrass me.
They make me regret
I am not a bee...”

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Bastard out of Carolina by Dorothy Alison


Bastard Out of Carolina was a book I regretted reading about five times in the midst reading it, but at the end I realized it was worth it. It's graphic, sad and cruel... but not hopeless. It's about the strength that hardship brings out in people... "powerful broken people". 




I especially loved the afterword by the author, Dorothy Alison. I hung on every word she said. Here are my favorite quotes from that: 

"She had spoken about how young people develop a moral sense, and how hidden violence affected small communities, and how bringing that violence into the open made it possible to strengthen and enlarge concepts of social justice."

"I made up the Boatwrights, building them from scraps of family story but deepening them with music and a wry spoken language that layered incident and terrible details to create something not unlike those mountain songs I had heard as a girl - tragic awful stories full of powerful broken people."

What I loved were books that heightened the sense of life's wonders without denying the complexity and horror that sometimes accompanied those wonders. I loved books that showed women and men surviving what seemed almost impossible to survive, and coming out the other side with a sense of worth that redeemed suffering and grief."
"...which is simply that real life is far less believable than fiction."
"I value both but genuinely believe that fiction can tell a larger truth." 

"Stories open the door to the darkened room. Language can carry us past the horror to the sense of purpose in a life that refuses to surrender to that darkness."
"I want a world in which families are treasured no matter how poor or how much the object of scandal."

"What banning books does is continue the denial, extend that damage, and block anyway for us to come together and address the reality of violence within our families and communities."

"For that is of course what it means to read a novel and live in it for a while. You are viscerally inside someone else's reality. You feel and understand things you have not known before, and that is both scary and exhilarating. The world becomes more clear, reality more vivid, and your own experience larger."

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Article on CatholicStand


THE INTERNET, VICE AND ENVY

 | April 10, 2013 [0]
Julie Rodrigues - Internet Vice
I confess to you, my online brothers and sisters, that I have repeatedly compared my life to that of other bloggers. I have concluded my life is utterly worthless when stacked up to Naomi’s impeccable style and ridiculously incredible family activities, or even Jessica’s bounty of children, baking skills and liturgical year works of wonder.

Monday, April 08, 2013

The art of cooking

In my kitchen, I feel like an artist. 

I improve my skills with those things you can't seem to avoid: repetition and practice. I finally get a recipe right the fifth time, add a special ingredient that makes all the difference or chop that kale like a pro. 

I imagine friends coming over for dinner... what I'd make and for who... hosting mini parties, making a house a home for my future family. I imagine what music I'd play with that pizza or what paint color for the wall would go well with that lemonade. 

I'm proud of the final product. The worst are the dishes. 


Thursday, April 04, 2013

The grass is greener...

 ...where you water it! 
 

Inspired by this quote on Pinterest, I finally got around to painting another pot. I transplanted the Azalea I received as a gift last summer... it was dying. I think it will make it now!

 

 

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Running and the Gospel




What Running Has Taught Me About the Gospel

[ 0 ] April 3, 2013 AD |
Running is an easy form of exercise: it’s free, you don’t need anyone else, and you can do it rain or shine (if you don’t mind getting wet or course). It makes you feel good and, if outside, gets you in contact with nature. It can also be a way to connect with the Creator of nature and in many ways mirrors the peculiarities of our human existence. Here are some reasons why:
It’s an endurance sport. It won’t be an amazing, heroic act of helping another turn to Christ or giving your life as a martyr that will make you truly holy. It’s those tiny, unseen acts of sacrifice and prayer and letting God take control of your life. It’s the little things done with great love, as Mother Teresa said. At most, these little, lifelong acts will prepare you for the big ones. “I have competed well; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith” (2 Timothy 4:7).



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Monday, April 01, 2013

Foz do Arelho, Portugal

Before Easter, we were able to discover a place I had never heard of on Portugal's coast called Foz do Arelho. Apparently there are a lot of little places that are extraordinarily beautiful and little or not at all known.
Here are some pictures from our stop in Óbidos, a castle famous for its cherry liquor in chocolate cups, our 3-hour and super fun hike in Foz do Arelho and our stop in Fatima...

The Pietà and Holy Saturdays

Happy Easter!  


I hope your Easter was full of peace and life. 

My Easter was pretty intense... my fiancee and I went to a silent retreat for three days. I learned important things, mainly that the Christian life is most like Holy Saturday: it's not all pain and sin, but it's not all triumph either. It's more of a hopeful and faith-filled trust that God will not let suffering be the final word. There are two main responses on Holy Saturday(s): the running away of the disciples (and either blame/anger or guilt) or Mary's standing at the foot of the cross. Mary was certainly overcome by grief, but she also knew that God wouldn't let death be the final chapter. She had no idea how or when, but she knew God would make things right. 

I pray I will learn this from Mary in all my current and future Holy Saturdays... 

"Not only that, but we even boast of our afflictions, knowing that affliction produces endurance, and endurance, proven character, and proven character, hope." 

Romans 5: 3-4