29 October 2009

rosary trimmin's....

Love, Love, LOVE, this poem! got it from What Does Prayer Really Say:


THE TRIMMIN’S ON THE ROSARY by John O’Brien

Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,
Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;
Dripping dainty wings in fancy – and the pictures, fading fast,
Stand again in rose and purple in the album of the past.
There’s the old slab dwelling dreaming by the wistful, watchful trees,
Where the coolabahs are listening to the stories of the breeze;
There’s a homely welcome beaming from its big, bright friendly eyes,
With The Sugarloaf behind it blackened in against the skies;
There’s the same dear happy circle round the boree’s cheery blaze
With a little Irish mother telling tales of other days.
She had one sweet, holy custom which I never can forget,
And a gentle benediction crowns her memory for it yet;
I can see that little mother still and hear her as she pleads,
"Now it’s getting on to bed-time; all you childer get your beads."
There were no steel-bound conventions in that old slab dwelling free;
Only this – each night she lined us up to say the Rosary;
E’en the stranger there, who stayed the night upon his journey, knew
He must join the little circle, ay, and take his decade too.
I believe she darkly plotted, when a sinner hove in sight
Who was known to say no prayer at all, to make him stay the night.
Then we’d softly gather round her, and we’d speak in accents low,
And pray like Sainted Dominic so many years ago;
And the little Irish mother’s face was radiant, for she knew
That "where two or three are gathered" He is gathered with them too.
O’er the paters and the aves how her reverent head would bend!
How she’d kiss the cross devoutly when she counted to the end!
And the visitor would rise at once, and brush his knees – and then
He’d look very, very foolish as he took the boards again.
She had other prayers to keep him. They were long, long prayers in truth;
And we used to call them "Trimmin’s" in my disrespectful youth.
She would pray for kith and kin, and all the friends she’d ever known,
Yes, and everyone of us could boast a "trimmin"’ all his own.
She would pray for all our little needs, and every shade of care
That might darken o’er The Sugarloaf, she’d meet it with a prayer.
She would pray for this one’s "sore complaint," or that one’s "hurted hand,"
Or that someone else might make a deal and get "that bit of land";
Or that Dad might sell the cattle well, and seasons good might rule,
So that little John, the weakly one, might go away to school.
There were trimmin’s, too, that came and went; but ne’er she closed without
Adding one for something special "none of you must speak about."
Gentle was that little mother, and her wit would sparkle free,
But she’d murder him who looked around while at the Rosary:
And if perchance you lost your beads, disaster waited you,
For the only one she’d pardon was "himself" – because she knew
He was hopeless, and ‘twas sinful what excuses he’d invent,
So she let him have his fingers, and he cracked them as he went,
And, bedad, he wasn’t certain if he’d counted five or ten,
Yet he’d face the crisis bravely, and would start around again;
But she tallied all the decades, and she’d block him on the spot,
With a "Glory, Daddah, Glory!" and he’d "Glory" like a shot.
She would portion out the decades to the company at large;
But when she reached the trimmin’s she would put herself in charge;
And it oft was cause for wonder how she never once forgot,
But could keep them in their order till she went right through the lot.
For that little Irish mother’s prayers embraced the country wide;
If a neighbour met with trouble, or was taken ill, or died,
We could count upon a trimmin’ – till, in fact, it got that way
That the Rosary was but trimmin’s to the trimmin’s we would say.
Then "himself" would start keownrawning – for the public good, we thought -
"Sure you’ll have us here till mornin’. Yerra, cut them trimmin’s short!"
But she’d take him very gently, till he softened by degrees -
"Well, then, let us get it over. Come now, all hands to their knees."
So the little Irish mother kept her trimmin’s to the last,
Every growing as the shadows o’er the old selection passed;
And she lit our drab existence with her simple faith and love,
And I know the angels lingered near to bear her prayers above,
For her children trod the path she trod, nor did they later spurn
To impress her wholesome maxims on their children in their turn.
Ay, and every "sore complaint" came right, and every "hurted hand";
And we made a deal from time to time, and got "that bit of land";
And Dad did sell the cattle well; and little John, her pride,
Was he who said the Mass in black the morning that she died;
So her gentle spirit triumphed – for ‘twas this, without a doubt,
Was the very special trimmin’ that she kept so dark about.

. . . . .

But the years have crowded past us, and the fledglings all have flown,
And the nest beneath The Sugarloaf no longer is their own;
For a hand has written "finis" and the book is closed for good -
Here’s a stately red-tiled mansion where the old slab dwelling stood;
There the stranger has her "evenings," and the formal supper’s spread,
But I wonder has she "trimmin’s" now, or is the Rosary said?
Ah, those little Irish mothers passing from us one by one!
Who will write the noble story of the good that they have done?
All their children may be scattered, and their fortunes windwards hurled,
But the Trimmin’s on the Rosary will bless them round the world.

28 October 2009

I want a Joseph....

Was just reading posts on facebook and came across one that was interesting. As a single young catholic we are encouraged to discern our vocation our purpose in life and God's will...YAY... if only it was as easy as writing this post. I tell you now it is not. Anyway I am leaning towards my vocation being married life and all. There was a time I was scared it was religious life.. scared you ask? Thing is it was scary thinking about the commitment required, the sacrifice, the obstacles... but after some Theology of the Body I am actually OK with it. I have actually explored it and now I am at peace in that today I feel God's call to me to be a wife and mother, if tomorrow that call changes I will be happy with it and say servium for it will be God's will, I live to serve Him as best as I can in my current space and all to His greater glory.

so what does that have to do with me wanting a Joseph?  to get the right man whom i may marry and fulfil the vocation of marriage with, I have to know to recognise said right man, what the 'right man ' is. I don't believe that there is only ONE right man out there for me and that only by cosmic fate will we meet and have a grand life and 12 babies. I give God more credit than that. God knows the right man for me at any particular time and according to His will we will meet and marry, so any man ordained so by God will be right for me. So I ask "God, tell me of this man so when he finds me I will recognize him" and today I got an answer. A Joseph. No  I don't mean I have had a vision of him or anything, his name will not be necessarily be Joseph, although it is a strong and dependable name... I digress... but he will be a man with the characteristics of Joseph the husband of Mary.

By all means Mary should have been stoned to death, honestly a girl pregnant out of wedlock in those times was beyond the height of shame, hey these guys threw out their blind and lame for to them disability was an affliction of the highest order from God because of grave sin. Pregnancy out of wedlock meant adultery, adultery meant death. But did Joseph get her stoned? No he was agonizing on how to divorce Mary quietly so that she would be spared death. That is either a man in love or a 'just' man. How would getting her killed better the world? I see him as a man who was in despair wondering what to do and then the angel came to him.  Oh boy must he have been relieved but what strikes me more is he ran to obey the will of God. Mary was pregnant before he had gone to take her as his bride.. Betrothal was a binding marriage contract only broken by divorce... it was an unconsummated marriage if you will... so people probably speculated and frowned upon them for 'having gotten pregnant' before the final marriage bit, but he did not care. He obeyed God. He sought to protect Mary before she was fully his, he sought to protect her, he offered her kindness and love and cared for her and the baby... he was her defender. Even when they were to flee to Egypt after Jesus birth, he did so leaving country, family and friends. He sacrificed all. And later on to Nazareth as well... A man who listened to God to defend and protect his family. A most chaste spouse. One who reared Jesus in a holy family. Who taught his son the trade of being a carpenter, one who was worthy to be called father by Jesus.  A just man. A man who took his family to worship and followed the law. A man of faith, obedient to whatever God asked of him without knowing the outcome, a very godly man who had a great belief and trust in God.

Ahhh the stuff of romance novels is our Joseph :D

So yeah I want a Joseph, with a dash of Joshua, Jacob, Caleb thrown in for good measure. A mighty man of God. A just man... now I'm off to go try and be a Mary so Joseph can find me!

20 October 2009

angelic music...

So i finally had my harp lesson last week on thursday! went well if i should say so myself! And nya sayd the harp is an angelic instrum,ent so she may be keen to leanr and  du came to visit on saturday.. hadn't sen her in like forever and she loved the harp too!!! no my finger need to heal so i can practice more :D

i fell!!

on tarmac!!!! on the way to church! halfway thru the rosary!!! boo hoo and i broke my nail... u might think "so what 'tis only a nail"! but where it broke is the crux! halfway down the nail bed to the cuticle! I have exposed red bleeding oozing flesh. Felt feverish yesterday the whole day and my hay fever decided to make a revenge return... truly not a good day health wise!

14 October 2009

being christian.... a poem


BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTER
By
Maya Angelou

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'

When I say.... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean living,'
I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'


When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.


When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.


When I say. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.


When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.


When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain...
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.


When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!


Pretty is as Pretty does... But beautiful is just plain beautiful!

12 October 2009

simple woman 12 October

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FOR TODAY 12 Oct 2009...
drizzly overcast summer weather... pretty warm though

I am thinking... that i am in a space... dont know what space that be.... but i am there.... in that space over there...

I am thankful for...biscuits! Biscuit King has the most divine cookies and biscuits in  any hemisphere!

From the kitchen... mmm donno yet am feeling pretty lazy

I am wearing... blue... as cameron said i look like a Blou Rokke ... well not but i do look classy if i say so myself, black heels, navy skirt, camisole with tiny blue polka dots and a light blue dress jacket with same pola dot material for edging, my hair pinned up, golden chain with cross and gold mini hoop earings :D

I am creating... music hopefully... need to get a tuner for the harp still have a a lesson on Thursday

I am going... nowhere slowly and that's all right!

I am reading... Centurions wife by David Bunn and Janette Oke, so far riveting!

I am hoping... to get my phone sorted out today, they gave me the wrong one!!!

I am hearing... nothing.. for now have praise music in my ears... Pocket Kings 3:15...

Around the house... we need couches

One of my favourite things...did i mention biscuits

A few plans for the rest of the week...Harp lessons!

Here is picture thought I am sharing... mm still to have a lesson... boo hoo








for man it is impossible...

I heard the 28th sundays readings four times this week. On Wednesday during Faith class, Saturday evening mass, Sunday morning and evening mass and it comes down to one thing... it is impossible for me to get to heaven alone, to reach my potential alone to minister to others alone... but through God, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!

from papa ben on the church

 Quote....
 "The reality that is the Church transcends any literary formulation of it. Of course, what she believes and lives can be, and is, contained in books. But it is not totally
assimilated by these books. On the contrary, the books fulfill their function as books only when they point to the community in which the word is to be found. This living community cannot be replaced or surpassed by historical exegesis; it is inherently superior to any book. By its very nature, the word of faith presupposes the community that lives it, that is bound to it and that adheres to it in its very power to bind mankind. Just as revelation transcends the limits of pure scientism of historical reason. In this sense, it can be said that the inner nature of faith justifies the Church's claim to be the primary interpreter of the word and that this claim cannot be abdicated in favor of enlightened reason without rendering questionable the very structure of faith as a possibility for mankind. Community of faith is the situs of understanding. It cannot be replaced by the science of history. "
                                                                                                                  ....Unquote

5 October 2009

simple woman 05 October

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FOR TODAY 05 Oct 2009...
rather overcast we have been having summer rain... now if it would also rain in zim that would be fab!

I am thinking... still of how I need to improve my relationship with God and have begun a daily rosary for a hubby... I know... it must be that time again I seem to go through this cycle... it matter then it doesn't matter.. if only my heart and mind would be consistent!

I am thankful for... family! nya is back from being a bridesmaid on Saturday and still thinking of the family I saw last week!

From the kitchen... tuna... I think I have had a tuna something or the other for 4 out of 7 days now... too lazy to cook much

I am wearing... brown! brown pants, brown stripped top, beige jersey, hiking socks, brown scrunchie

I am creating... music hopefully... need to get a tuner for the harp and a teacher :D

I am going... nowhere slowly and that's all right!

I am reading... was reading After All These Years by Sally John and finished it this morning! now for another!

I am hoping... that our contract phones are approved, that our credit rating goes up so we can get a loan for a car, and that plans to go home go smoothly ... no change there... still

I am hearing... Hillsong... in preparation for the battle of the band on Saturday I am immersing myself in the songs we are singing, practically 24/7

Around the house... we need couches

One of my favourite things...fudge bought some on Saturday then more at church and I have some in my lunch box... oh no...

A few plans for the rest of the week... girl guides starts on Friday! so we have to sort out the hut which will be the brownie hut and clean it out and put in furniture and buy stuff for craft and programme and prepare a programme and go for harp lesson on Wednesday aarrrggghhhh I haven't begun the programme stuff!!! Who would have thunk! me as Brown owl ha!

Here is picture thought I am sharing... I'm so excited about my harp! its a second hand lever harp but I love it... now to see if there is any retention from lessons I took way back when in 2005!







music is food for my soul


Sooo... I'm singing in the St. Johns youth band besides Holy Trinity Schola and I got my harp! YAY for me!!!All the music is so different, from practically contemporary Christian rock to Gregorian chant to classical... ahh good times... i really should have become a musician... then I wouldn't be weird just an eccentric artist... actually the eccentric would not even get mentioned, I'd just be an artiste! i have heard enough coconut and Anglophile comments to last me a lifetime.. and harp lessons may just prove expensive . So we have a concert, battle of the bands thing happening this coming Saturday... and practice last Saturday only reiterated what I already know... I'm a perfectionist and a performer... sigh.. well I'm laying low and will see what happens on Saturday.. reigning in me so I don't step on toes is a full time job!

oh precious!

this is soooo cute! and they say don't shelter them but put kids in real life ( read tempting) situations... no sirree i'm gonna keep mine away from temptation till they can stay away from the marshmallow!

I'm back! Home was a blast


Home was grand I had so much fun! saw gran, ma, del-del, evee, and everyone.... so the trip took  forever because the bus DIED, the Greyhound just started boiling and here we are in the middle of nowhere about 65km from Masvingo that means at least 4 hour till we get home and the BUS BREAKS DOWN. aaarrrgghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! only got home at about 23:30hrs after hitch-hiking in a truck because I had gotten tired of waiting! The bus's schedule was that it was to arrive in Harare after 12... that never happens but 3pm is a happy compromise right? HA did not happen, any way got home saw mom, went to bed woke up early to unpack all my gifts... such fun the sweets disappeared just like that! got into my new summer dress went and got my hair plaited; not the fiasco I had with the lady and guy who gave me chemical burn with the relaxer at Northgate grr. if it wasn't for my neighbour who lifted me out of the doldrums just by helping me with my groceries home and by just being her, i would have finished committing mass homicide in my head on all the hairdressers in that salon... I digress anyway my neighbour is gone, she moved before i could bake for her :( boo hoo she seemed so nice... the joys of apartment living... I digress again... so as I was getting my hair plaited we got to talking about marriage... funny how that topic seems to keep coming up and then the girl who was doing my nails wants to hook me up with her cousin of sorts so he comes in and wants to check me out... ooo if I was white I would have turned beet it was so embarrassing anyway he gives me his number, he is catholic, though a bit on the older side... and they make me leave mine behind.. wonder if he will call because I don't call guys....mmm

so went to my former workplace and saw former colleagues kinda cool, gave my aunts gifts I had gotten them. the next day my grandma and more aunts arrived it was grand, I seem top have matured a bit more in their esteem yay! and Gogo (gran) was ecstatic over her blanket and shoes and the doek (head scarf thing) which I got her!!! Saturday i spent mostly at home and went and dance stepsi.e the dance routines for the bridal party coz the grooms-men were absent for practice, went home and lazed with ma. Sunday got up went to church in my new African outfit... head covered of course and it was a blast meeting everyone, sang in the choir... ah how i miss Sonah sometimes... saw Taf in his 'deacon' clothes which my mom and half the neighbourhood think is satanic.. can't blame them he ain't a deacon and he wears black flowing robes... then he comes over to my house chats a bit and asks where I have been all his life..mmm.. and I go home prepare lunch and stuff for the mothers that's gogo and my mum and her sisters... drive over to my cousins place do the bride's maid and brides make-up change into my other new African attire drive like a maniac back home because my mom is freaking out for she baked the cake and it has to go to the venue and I have her car... get to the wedding and finishing putting on my contacts and shoe and make-up in the bathroom, go greet everyone and take photos for mom and dance steps which i learnt the day before because they were a grooms-man short! collect gifts and right them down, snap the band on my shoe go home with my feet killing me and give the shoes to del-del...  all in all a good weekend!

I did learn something though... the family you marry into matters!!!! 'nuf said!
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