How is it that we get away from prayer and alone time, meditation time, reflection time? Life wants to creep in and steal bits of our attention until we don't even realize that we have lost a very important part of what keeps us grounded, full of faith and trusting that God's got the 411 on all the moving parts.
I spend time alone, thinking, and reflecting often, but it's usually when I am doing something else, especially driving.
The rosary stops me from distraction. I am working toward full immersion of the meaning of every bead, walking with Jesus and his Mother through the mysteries of both of Their lives.
Encouraged by one of my patients to do a 54-day novena, I step back into a Catholic ritual well known to me as a child, but now as distant as my 14 years away from the Church. This blog chronicles my inner journey during the novena and an attempt to heal my heart of the issues that caused me to leave the Church.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Day One, Again
I have returned.
I got to day 52 on the last novena and was traveling cross country to a new assignment for work when I got up one morning planning to say the rosary during sunrise. My brother, who was traveling with me, asked me to look up something on my laptop and before I know it, I had forgotten.
I was devastated the next day when I realized that I had forgotten to saw the rosary...
Today is a new day. A new opportunity to start over.
Day One.
Joyful Mysteries.
I got to day 52 on the last novena and was traveling cross country to a new assignment for work when I got up one morning planning to say the rosary during sunrise. My brother, who was traveling with me, asked me to look up something on my laptop and before I know it, I had forgotten.
I was devastated the next day when I realized that I had forgotten to saw the rosary...
Today is a new day. A new opportunity to start over.
Day One.
Joyful Mysteries.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Day 45
It is day 45 of the novena. I haven't written for a while, but I have been reciting, no scratch that, praying the rosary daily. It has on some days been a challenge of concentration. On others, I have reached a deep place that is unable to be attained without letting go of everything around you.
On each of these days, I have been touched by the presence of Mother Mary. I have known her near and sending Divine support in my direction.
I have been blessed with so many gifts during this novena. I trust that She is working in tandem with her Son to gently push me in the direction of my highest potential.
Peace and blessings to each of you today!
On each of these days, I have been touched by the presence of Mother Mary. I have known her near and sending Divine support in my direction.
I have been blessed with so many gifts during this novena. I trust that She is working in tandem with her Son to gently push me in the direction of my highest potential.
Peace and blessings to each of you today!
Friday, February 17, 2012
Day 28: Thanksgiving
I have reached the halfway point in the 54 day novena. No longer will I pray the petition prayer; now, I turn toward Thanksgiving.
For anyone who may be saying this novena, below is a link to the novena and the Thanksgiving Prayer as well.
For anyone who may be saying this novena, below is a link to the novena and the Thanksgiving Prayer as well.
Hail, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, my Mother Mary,
hail! At thy feet I gratefully kneel to offer thee a Crown of
Roses snow white buds to remind thee of thy joys each bud
recalling to thee a holy mystery; each ten bound together
with my petition for a particular grace. O Holy Queen,
Dispenser of God's graces. and Mother of all who invoke
thee! thou canst not look upon my gift and fail to see its
binding. As thou receivest my gift, so wilt thou receive my
thanksgiving; from thy bounty thou hast given me the favor
I so earnestly and trustingly sought. I despaired not of what
I asked of thee, and thou hast truly shown thyself my
Mother.
I felt slightly guilty about "loading up" on the petition; one of the petitions was answered about two weeks ago. In a wonderful way....
The honest and intellectual question I have is this: can I have enough trust to still be thankful even if all the petitions are not answered the way I hope they should be?
I know in my heart that if they are not,
there is still a Divine Plan
to the whole answer.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Day 26: Quieting the Mind
The rosary/novena has become part of my morning ritual.
Prayer is like exercise, study or any other task which we decide is or is not important in our daily routine.
Amazing what happens when we make something a priority.
While I am in what I consider frequent dialogue with God throughout every day, in quiet moments at home or fleeting moments at work, I realize that the rosary is a different kind of prayer. It is a type of meditation in which I am able to quiet my mind.
When all the chatter dies down, it is simply me, Mary, and Jesus. The Mother and The Son. Moments of clarity arise. I am led to deeper understanding.
There is value in quieting the mind. As TERESA OF AVILA said in The Interior Castle:
When I think of myself
my mind cannot soar to higher things
but is like a bird with broken wings.
When we are freed from the limitations of ourselves, we can soar into Higher Realms.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Day 24: Calm Amidst Chaos
I am doing the rosary this morning just after having my computer almost crash, and when I went through the recovery process, I found that I lost most of my saved documents. My mind is swirling.
I am wondering if the tax guy can send through the secure server the 36 page tax document I downloaded just a few days ago....while the flash drive was plugged in, I had not saved the tax document onto it!
So....as I am trying to concentrate on the Glorious Mysteries, I am redirecting my mind every Hail Mary or so.
By the 4th decade, though, I settle into a rhythmn and realize something new. Mary and the apostles were surrounded by chaos as they saw the Savior tortured and put to death, as they realized that He, indeed, was resurrected... and then they answered His call to spread The Word in a hostile environment.
Wow. My chaos is nothing.
If they can move through that chaos, I can move through mine.
I am wondering if the tax guy can send through the secure server the 36 page tax document I downloaded just a few days ago....while the flash drive was plugged in, I had not saved the tax document onto it!
So....as I am trying to concentrate on the Glorious Mysteries, I am redirecting my mind every Hail Mary or so.
By the 4th decade, though, I settle into a rhythmn and realize something new. Mary and the apostles were surrounded by chaos as they saw the Savior tortured and put to death, as they realized that He, indeed, was resurrected... and then they answered His call to spread The Word in a hostile environment.
Wow. My chaos is nothing.
If they can move through that chaos, I can move through mine.
Hail, holy queen,
Mother of Mercy...
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Day 18 - Plugging Along
Hi, there,
Just a note to say I'm still on the Novena. Went through a short trip and a bit of sickness, but during it all, Mother Mary's been with me. Day 18 and moving forward.
Peace and blessings to all of you today.
Tre
Just a note to say I'm still on the Novena. Went through a short trip and a bit of sickness, but during it all, Mother Mary's been with me. Day 18 and moving forward.
Peace and blessings to all of you today.
Tre
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Day 13
Finding of the Christ Child in the Temple
I imagine Mary and Joseph looking for Jesus in the temple. Can you imagine not having Amber Alert? Traveling a whole day back on a donkey to find out where your child is? Looking for 2 more days to find him without knowing if he was alive, dead or in trouble?
Mary knew what Christ's role would be. I can't imagine her terror. Her later relief.
She kept this all in her heart. It wasn't time for others to know. What a huge secret to keep.
I admire Mary and Joseph so much. They accepted a task none of us could handle.
I imagine Mary and Joseph looking for Jesus in the temple. Can you imagine not having Amber Alert? Traveling a whole day back on a donkey to find out where your child is? Looking for 2 more days to find him without knowing if he was alive, dead or in trouble?
Mary knew what Christ's role would be. I can't imagine her terror. Her later relief.
She kept this all in her heart. It wasn't time for others to know. What a huge secret to keep.
I admire Mary and Joseph so much. They accepted a task none of us could handle.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Day 12: Glorious
As I ponder how surprised the guards were when they rolled back the stone of the grave of Jesus to find him gone, as I ponder the bewilderment of the holy women who come to annoint him to find an empty grave....
what we plan isn't always The Plan! Is it??
We may think we know what we need in and from our lives. With whom we live our lives. How we live our lives.
Ever had a wrench thrown in the plans?
Even our best laid plans for ourself crumble in the face of the Divine and Cosmic Plan.
There is a plan for each of us for which we have no comprehension.
It's not up to us; it is up to the One.
what we plan isn't always The Plan! Is it??
We may think we know what we need in and from our lives. With whom we live our lives. How we live our lives.
Ever had a wrench thrown in the plans?
Even our best laid plans for ourself crumble in the face of the Divine and Cosmic Plan.
There is a plan for each of us for which we have no comprehension.
It's not up to us; it is up to the One.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Day 11: A Real Rosary
Last night, I was finishing up the work day when Marnee walked in to the rehab department. She walked up beside me and handed me a small white envelope.
It was stuffed.
On the outside back of the envelope she had hand written a beautiful saying by Kahlil Gibran, one of my favorite poets.
"Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much what life brings to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens."
Inside this beautiful woman has written a card to me.
Inside was a beautiful olivewood rosary made in Jerusalem.
I used the rosary this morning for the Sorrowful Mysteries.
It was stuffed.
On the outside back of the envelope she had hand written a beautiful saying by Kahlil Gibran, one of my favorite poets.
"Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much what life brings to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens."
Inside this beautiful woman has written a card to me.
Dear Tre,
You are a beautiful young lady.
A gift from God
to so many of us
who need you.
Your smile
warms everyone's heart
and your expressions of confidence
and words of encouragement
are a blessing to this world - -
Thank you, thank you -
May God bless you
with peace of heart
and mind
and love of all -
Your grateful patient,
Inside was a beautiful olivewood rosary made in Jerusalem.
I used the rosary this morning for the Sorrowful Mysteries.
It is the perfect weight under my fingers. It is the perfect shape.
I may be the therapist and Marnee the patient, but she is the teacher, and I the lucky recipient of her spiritual wisdom and faith.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Day 10, Pondering Forgiveness
It's time to let go of any negative feelings about the Church. The Church was founded upon the Rock, the Salvation, Jesus Christ. Peter and the apostles laid the foundation for the Church. They were humans trying to spread the Word.
I am all for spreading the word of God; I am not for all the humans who interjected their individual needs for power and control who have over centuries corrupted the Church.
The Church is perfect in its original form; however, it, like us, is in need of God's mercy and forgiveness for all the moments in which its leaders have turned from God's will for It.
So, today, I release any pains I have held toward the perfect Church, and I forgive the hierarchy who, in their flawed humanity, made decisions that tainted the hearts of all us recovering Catholics, now just catholic.
Why "catholics" in lower case? Because we are all catholic.
Many Christians sometimes use the term "catholic" (often with a lower-case letter "c") to refer not to the Roman Catholic Church alone but more broadly, to the Christian Church and all believers in Jesus Christ across the world and across the ages, regardless of denominational affiliation.
I am all for spreading the word of God; I am not for all the humans who interjected their individual needs for power and control who have over centuries corrupted the Church.
The Church is perfect in its original form; however, it, like us, is in need of God's mercy and forgiveness for all the moments in which its leaders have turned from God's will for It.
So, today, I release any pains I have held toward the perfect Church, and I forgive the hierarchy who, in their flawed humanity, made decisions that tainted the hearts of all us recovering Catholics, now just catholic.
Why "catholics" in lower case? Because we are all catholic.
Many Christians sometimes use the term "catholic" (often with a lower-case letter "c") to refer not to the Roman Catholic Church alone but more broadly, to the Christian Church and all believers in Jesus Christ across the world and across the ages, regardless of denominational affiliation.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Day 9: Keeping With the Schedule
Day 9: Glorious Mysteries.
Didn't I say them just yesterday? It feels as if I experienced these events the last time I said the rosary. The unfolding of Christ's Ascension and Mary's Assumption are fresh in my mind and heart.
I envision the cheers and fellowship of both Jesus' and Mary's returns to heaven, and I hope, when I think of this, that we are greeted with similar celebration when we "graduate" from this life.
I don't have much time today. I have a visitor here from out of town, and as she showers, I kneel down and listen to the serene Irish voice who leads the rosary.
I had intended to write about the Fruits of the Glorious Mysteries today; however, the schedule is tight, and to be honest,
Didn't I say them just yesterday? It feels as if I experienced these events the last time I said the rosary. The unfolding of Christ's Ascension and Mary's Assumption are fresh in my mind and heart.
I envision the cheers and fellowship of both Jesus' and Mary's returns to heaven, and I hope, when I think of this, that we are greeted with similar celebration when we "graduate" from this life.
I don't have much time today. I have a visitor here from out of town, and as she showers, I kneel down and listen to the serene Irish voice who leads the rosary.
I had intended to write about the Fruits of the Glorious Mysteries today; however, the schedule is tight, and to be honest,
I'm just relieved that I kept up with the schedule!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Faith, Hope and Charity
The three little beads after the Our Father closest to the crucifix...my father used to introduce these prior to reciting them, "to increase faith, hope and charity."
I am adding these prayers as I say the novena, courtesy of Saint Benedict Center:
It helps me concentrate on the meaning of each gift.
I pause here. I honestly cannot say that I believe all truths which the Catholic Church teaches, for that is why I left the church. So, I will ponder the meaning of the prayer and continue to delve inside to figure out where I belong in relation to the Church. Meanwhile, I believe the more comprehensive statement that there exists a Trinity, that Jesus died for our sins and that the living and the dead are judged.
If we can all move into each day acting with faith, hope and charity, we are armed to move mountains, to transmute the negative in the world to Pure Love, which is the epitome of the Holy Spirit.
I am adding these prayers as I say the novena, courtesy of Saint Benedict Center:
It helps me concentrate on the meaning of each gift.
Act of Faith
O my God, I firmly believe that Thou art one God in Three Divine Persons, Father, Son and Holy Ghost. I believe that Thy Divine Son became Man, and died for our sins, and that He will come to judge the living and the dead. I believe these and all the truths which the Holy Catholic Church teaches, because Thou hast revealed them, Who canst neither deceive nor be deceived.I pause here. I honestly cannot say that I believe all truths which the Catholic Church teaches, for that is why I left the church. So, I will ponder the meaning of the prayer and continue to delve inside to figure out where I belong in relation to the Church. Meanwhile, I believe the more comprehensive statement that there exists a Trinity, that Jesus died for our sins and that the living and the dead are judged.
Act of Hope
O my God, relying on Thy almighty power and infinite mercy and promises, I hope to obtain pardon of my sins, the help of Thy grace, and Life Everlasting, through the merits of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Redeemer.Act of Charity
O my God, I love Thee above all things, with my whole heart and soul, because Thou art all-good and worthy of all love. I love my neighbor as myself for the love of Thee. I forgive all who have injured me, and ask pardon of all whom I have injured.If we can all move into each day acting with faith, hope and charity, we are armed to move mountains, to transmute the negative in the world to Pure Love, which is the epitome of the Holy Spirit.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Day 7:
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This is how the Joyful Mysteries felt to me this morning:
This is how the Joyful Mysteries felt to me this morning:
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Day 6: I Shall Believe
I know God is with me at all times. I feel His presence in every moment, even during times of struggle. I am in frequent communication with Him.
This rosary, however, is my communication with The Mother. My intercessor. The Divine Matriarch brings me comfort today on a day in which I am fatigued and a little discouraged.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Day 5: Pondering the Spiritual Fruits of the Sorrowful Mysteries
I am back to the Sorrowful Mysteries. Today, I am more aware of the Spiritual Fruits of each decade of this rosary:
Agony in the Garden
Spiritual Fruit: God's Will Be Done
How can I more gracefully follow God's Will for me, even during times of strife, great loss or loneliness? He has a Plan for me, and only He knows the whole picture of my life and my purpose.
Divine Creator, please guide me through Your Will, that I may travel the Path you set before me in service to You.
Scourging at the Pillar
Spiritual Fruit: Mortification of the Senses
mor·ti·fi·ca·tion [ mà wrtÉ™fi káysh'n ] :
self-imposed hardship: the use of self-imposed discipline, hardship, abstinence from pleasure, and especially self-inflicted pain in an attempt to control or put an end to desires and passions, especially for religious purposes (Encarta World English Dictionary)
Jesus endured unspeakable torture to fulfill the Word. Unspeakable. I cannot comprehend, none of us can, how this must have physically felt to this man/God who suffered for our redemption.
Divine Creator, may I use my God-given senses in fullest service to You with discipline.
Crowning of Thorns
Spiritual Fruit: Reign of Christ in Your Heart
Christ's crown of thorns brought mockery among those who did not understand. We believers are in awe of His sacrifice for us. Christ is our King!
Father, may I hold You close to my heart. May I be reminded at all times of Your sacrifice for my redemption.
Carrying of the Cross
Spiritual Fruit: Patient Bearing of Trials
Christ gracefully handled His torture. Our trials pale in comparison to what He went through for us.
Heavenly Father, may I bear the trials in my life with grace and certainty that You are guiding my life. May I be sure in my heart of Your support, knowing that Your Will be Done.
The Crucifixion
Spiritual Fruit: Grace of Final Perseverance
I see many people as they reach their final transition from life to the beyond. Some handle it with grace, and others fight it bitterly. Christ was a human nailed to a cross. Spit upon. Ridiculed. How terrifying and overwhelming it must have been to fulfill His role as a sacrificial lamb.
Divine Maker of the Universe, please bestow grace upon us who persevere through the trials of our human lives, that we may handle these trials with dignity and respect for ourselves and others.
Agony in the Garden
Spiritual Fruit: God's Will Be Done
How can I more gracefully follow God's Will for me, even during times of strife, great loss or loneliness? He has a Plan for me, and only He knows the whole picture of my life and my purpose.
Divine Creator, please guide me through Your Will, that I may travel the Path you set before me in service to You.
Scourging at the Pillar
Spiritual Fruit: Mortification of the Senses
mor·ti·fi·ca·tion [ mà wrtÉ™fi káysh'n ] :
self-imposed hardship: the use of self-imposed discipline, hardship, abstinence from pleasure, and especially self-inflicted pain in an attempt to control or put an end to desires and passions, especially for religious purposes (Encarta World English Dictionary)
Jesus endured unspeakable torture to fulfill the Word. Unspeakable. I cannot comprehend, none of us can, how this must have physically felt to this man/God who suffered for our redemption.
Divine Creator, may I use my God-given senses in fullest service to You with discipline.
Crowning of Thorns
Spiritual Fruit: Reign of Christ in Your Heart
Christ's crown of thorns brought mockery among those who did not understand. We believers are in awe of His sacrifice for us. Christ is our King!
Father, may I hold You close to my heart. May I be reminded at all times of Your sacrifice for my redemption.
Carrying of the Cross
Spiritual Fruit: Patient Bearing of Trials
Christ gracefully handled His torture. Our trials pale in comparison to what He went through for us.
Heavenly Father, may I bear the trials in my life with grace and certainty that You are guiding my life. May I be sure in my heart of Your support, knowing that Your Will be Done.
The Crucifixion
Spiritual Fruit: Grace of Final Perseverance
I see many people as they reach their final transition from life to the beyond. Some handle it with grace, and others fight it bitterly. Christ was a human nailed to a cross. Spit upon. Ridiculed. How terrifying and overwhelming it must have been to fulfill His role as a sacrificial lamb.
Divine Maker of the Universe, please bestow grace upon us who persevere through the trials of our human lives, that we may handle these trials with dignity and respect for ourselves and others.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Day Four: Joyful Mysteries
Day Four: The Joyful Mysteries
I find I really like saying the rosary to this video series.
The Joyful Mysteries
With illustrations from the booklet Praying the Rosary Without Distractions.THE ANNUNCIATION
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THE VISITATION
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How must it have felt to mother a 12-year old so certain of His Life Path that He was the teacher of all? How did Mary feel as she knew that He was fulfilling his Duty? She kept all these feelings in her heart. How difficult it must have been to carry this responsibility.
I have had a beef with the Church for not allowing women more of an active role in the leadership. What I see through new eyes today is that God chose this woman, indeed, to be a leader of the Church.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Day 3: Entering the Glorious Mysteries
Day 3: I enter the Glorious Mysteries. It is morning, my first day back to work in 9 days. I move right back into my routine...throw the covers back, turn the heat up, and flip on the coffee. I've put a tiny Post-It by the coffee pot.
ROSARY
I don't need the Post-It this morning. I have been looking forward to saying the rosary this morning. I don't know how long the "newness" will last; I figure at some point, I may need to push to make it happen.
Prayer is like exercise or meditation. It requires discipline and commitment.
The actual novena can be purchased by the publisher at http://www.actapublications.com/prayer/rosary/.
I start the petition prayer today before I recite the rosary:
My dearest Mother Mary, behold me, your child, in prayer at your feet. Accept this Holy Rosary, which I offer you in accordance with your requests at Fatima, as a proof of my tender love for you, for the intentions of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, in atonement for the offenses committed against your Immaculate Heart, and for this special favor which I earnestly request in my Rosary Novena: (Mention your request)
I beg you to present my petition to your Divine Son. If you will pray for me, I cannot be refused. I know, dearest Mother, that you want me to seek God’s Holy Will concerning my request. If what I ask for should not be granted, pray that I may receive that which will be of greater benefit to my soul.
I offer you this spiritual “Bouquet of Roses” because I love you. I put all my confidence in you, since your prayers before God are most powerful. For the greater glory of God and for the sake of Jesus, your loving Son, hear and grant my prayer. Sweet Heart of Mary, be my salvation."
Today it is not difficult to be present as I pray. I focus on each pearl of Glory listed below with the movement of each Hail Mary.
The Glorious Mysteries
THE RESURRECTION
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I feel grateful for these pearls of Glory because they enable me to concentrate on the unfolding of the Word. They enable me to imagine Mother Mary's role in this whole process. I've tried several times to put into words what I am thinking about Mother Mary at this moment, and
I'm speechless.
I am given strength when I am reminded that Mother Mary provided comfort, courage and consolation to the apostles. She is without the physical presence of her Son, and yet she mothers others in need. This wells up in my heart.
I am without my own son right now. We have what you could define as a broken relationship. I know intellectually that in his youth and his stubbornness, I may not have him in my life for a long time. If ever.
In the pain over my loss of his presence in my life, I have realized that service to others heals some of the deep wound. Mary serves the people; I serve the people.
When I imagine Mary's reunion with Jesus in heaven, I am overcome. I do not expect tears during Glorious Mysteries. I cannot help it. They just flow. It makes me think, truly, that anything is possible. Healing of a broken relationship is possible.
Even if it doesn't happen, I know that I will be given the strength to go on.
To serve the Divine and others.
To encourage.
To grow.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Day 2: Understanding the 54-Day Novena
I decided to check into what this novena actually is....here's what I found:
The Novena consists of 5 decades of the Rosary each day for 27 days in petition; then immediately 5 decades each day for 27 days in thanksgiving, whether or not the request has been granted. 1st day meditate on the Joyful Mysteries; 2nd day the Sorrowful Mysteries; 3rd day the Glorious Mysteries; 4th day meditate again on the Joyful Mysteries; and so on.
J: Joyful Mysteries are recited on this day of your novena.
S: Sorrowful Mysteries are recited on this day.
G: Glorious Mysteries are recited on this day.
So, I was ready to venture through the sorrowful mysteries this morning. I checked my coat pocket....I had left the rosary in the car from my trip.
I hopped online. There were bunches of rosaries being said on Utube. Here's my favorite:
I researched a little more. For each bead on the rosary is an event to visualize and ponder. As I read each point of sorrow, I became immersed in the experience of Christ's suffering.
The Novena consists of 5 decades of the Rosary each day for 27 days in petition; then immediately 5 decades each day for 27 days in thanksgiving, whether or not the request has been granted. 1st day meditate on the Joyful Mysteries; 2nd day the Sorrowful Mysteries; 3rd day the Glorious Mysteries; 4th day meditate again on the Joyful Mysteries; and so on.
J: Joyful Mysteries are recited on this day of your novena.
S: Sorrowful Mysteries are recited on this day.
G: Glorious Mysteries are recited on this day.
So, I was ready to venture through the sorrowful mysteries this morning. I checked my coat pocket....I had left the rosary in the car from my trip.
Realization #1: you don't need the actual rosary to say the rosary.
I hopped online. There were bunches of rosaries being said on Utube. Here's my favorite:
Wow, this is going to be more powerful than I realized.
As you say the rosary, ponder this:
The Sorrowful Mysteries
With illustrations from the booklet Praying the Rosary Without Distractions.
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These Sorrowful Mysteries are courtesy of http://www.rosary-center.org/sorrow.htm
What I didn't expect was the welling of emotion as I read each point of sorrow while the rosary was being recited on the video. Christ's dread of what was to happen, the emotional pain of his betrayal, the tremendous physical suffering, and His Mother's heartbreak at seeing Her Son fulfill the Word brought me to tears.
I was overcome.
I was grateful for His sacrifice.
I was amazed that Christ did this.
For me...and for you.
Day 2...the tip of the iceburg of understanding...
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Day One: All Over Again
It's a week later. I spent all of last week surrounded by six siblings, their kids, my parents and closing on a small house near "the farm" that our family will use as a little B&B when we come in and out of town.
Yep.
The rosary got pushed back. I let life interfere. But...
Yep.
The rosary got pushed back. I let life interfere. But...
thankful for a second chance...
I start all over again as I drive from Sacramento back toward home. I had put a rosary in my coat pocket when I was home, fully intending to say it after Mass, but I got pulled into the flow of the crowd and well wishes from folks at home.
The rosary is in my pocket.
I pull it out. It has broken.
What the heck?
This is the second rosary that has broken...
I googled "meaning of broken rosary" and found several different sites discussing the meaning. What resonated with me most was part of a writing by Karen Edmisten in which she wrote about her broken rosary:
Gazing at it, I was struck by the incongruity. This once-perfect thing was now bent, crooked and imperfect, yet still beautiful. It was like us, like our lives. Though we were made in the perfect image of God, we are bent and crooked with original sin; even after baptism we are still crippled by its after-effects. We stumble through this life tarnishing the perfect image, while our Lord repeatedly tinkers with us, repairs us, and heals us.
Isn't that a beautiful reminder?
So, I started the rosary holding both pieces of the broken decade.
Within a few Hail Marys, I am reminded of the challenge of concentration, exactly the same way I have felt when practicing Buddhist meditation.
I notice a sign, Strawberries for Sale, along the side of the road.
oh, that sounds good!
I remind myself to focus. Then float thoughts of many different things:
the house I was working on this week
my family members
returning home
leaving California in 2 months
Our Father
On Earth as it is in Heaven
(What will that be like?)
Glory Be
and then...rhythm of the prayers.
I was actually sad when I finished it.
I am getting motivated to learn more about the 54-day novena. To re-explore the meaning of the Mysteries. To intellectually and spiritually advance through this process.
Day One: I start again.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
healing my catholic heart, day one
People have many descriptions for what I am.
Former Catholics like me call ourselves “recovering,” current Catholics tag us as “fallen.”
It is also said, “Once a Catholic, always a Catholic.” There’s certainly an element of truth to this...especially as I begin the process of revisiting elements of my childhood religious upbringing.
My patient, Marnee, has planted a seed in my mind.
She is an alpha female, matriarch of her six children whose personalities and professions closely resemble the kids in my family. She’s one strong gal, and her faith is that of steel.
Unbendable.
I connect with her in a deep and meaningful way. I have life lessons to learn from her, and she has lessons on living independently from me. I am assisting her to rehabilitate home after a pelvic fracture, so we spend plenty of time together each day.
Almost 60 years ago, Marnee was a college-educated professional working in healthcare in San Francisco after WWII. She was in her early 30’s and unmarried.
Unusual for a lady in those days!
She was heavily considering a vocation as a Carmelite nun. She’s the only woman I have ever met other than my mother who considered the cloistered life of a Carmelites.
She tells me the story this week about a two-month period that changed her life.
She had verbalized her plan to join the Carmelite monastery when her mother encouraged her to do a 54-day novena before making a decision.
“God may have other plans for you, Marnee,” she said. “You’re either meant to be married or a nun. This will give you clarity.”
Marnee started a 54-day novena, which included reciting the rosary every day.
She smiles when she tells me the outcome. “On day 54, Tre, I met my husband. On the last day, the outcome was clear. It’s been a beautiful life.”
Marnee and I talk about her life, her six kids, and her vocation as a mother, church volunteer and hospice caregiver. We talk about my devotion to the Catholic life before living in a convent at the age of 19, my life of service as an occupational therapist and my love of working with the elderly. We talk about the fact that I am in my mid-forties and single. My children from a former marriage are in college in other states and living busy lives. I am on my own.
I am a joyful person. I am happy with my life as it is….though, I can be honest when I reveal to Marnee, “It would be a great gift if there was a companion in my life.”
She looks in my eyes and smiles. “I think you need to do the 54-day novena, Tre. You spend the first 27 days saying the rosary daily to ask for God’s Will to be evident to you. You spend the final 27 days thanking God for what He will bring. If you miss the rosary once, you have to start the 54 days all over again.”
“It sounds compelling, Marnee. I’m interested.” I'm not interested in "praying for a man;" I am interested in actively engaging with the Divine to determine the course of my life. I am open to His Will.
I tell Marnee goodbye and leave for a week’s vacation home to the Midwest to see family. During my 4-hour drive to the airport from the remote coastline village of my current travel assignment, Mother Mary subtly and regularly enters my thoughts.
When you live alone, it’s natural to start talking to yourself for company! (Though not all the time!) People may think it a bit crazy, but I answer her as I drive toward Sacramento.
“Okay, okay, I’ll do it.”
As I drive in the dark, I attempt to unclasp a mini rosary that has been hanging unused on my rearview mirror for the past three years. It breaks into two pieces, and one falls on the passenger floor out of reach.
That’s my sign to concentrate on the road. “Thank you very much!” I tell her. I’ll have to start it later.
This morning, on my flight from Sacramento up to Portland, I take out my fat little notebook from my bag, click open the pen, and scribble dots for beads on a page. I’ve made a workable rosary on paper.
After each prayer, I mark an “x” through the scribbled bead.
I want to be present to what is happening in my head and my heart as I start this novena. The first thing I notice is that I’m rusty.
My six siblings and I spent our childhoods reciting the rosary every night during Lent, usually called to the dining room table by dad during our favorite TV program (to increase the sacrifice). When we were kids, our motivation was to get it over as quickly as possible, which was honed to a speedy 12 minutes.
Later, before my parting from the Church, while driving a one-hour commute to work and back, the rosary was a regular part of each day, a meditation that gave me peace and clarity.
Later, before my parting from the Church, while driving a one-hour commute to work and back, the rosary was a regular part of each day, a meditation that gave me peace and clarity.
I start the prayers, concentrating on visualizing the presence of the Virgin Mary as I ponder her prayer. Hail Mary, Full of Grace.
Grace. What we are all striving for.
Father, Son and Holy Spirit during the Glory Be. The image of lavender mist rising from the ground. This is my image of The Violet Fire, the Holy Spirit, transmuting everything into pure love. Pure ohm. The sound of the beginning of time.
My mind focuses past the flight attendant’s instructions as we start to taxi down the runway onto the repetition of the prayers.
I cross off each X.
I realize that I no longer remember the Mysteries. I remember that today is Saturday, and that it should be the Glorious Mystery.
I think.
I shall have to look that up. I want to remember it so I can walk the course of the Mystery as I recite these prayers.
Out spill other thoughts. Do I really have to be angry at the Church? Can I find the most positive aspects of the church and embrace them? Can I forgive the Church for not allowing me to engage in service equal to that of the male hierarchy? Could I create my own relationship with the Church that bears no resemblance to the childhood Catholic I was socialized to be? Can I return to Catholicism on my own terms? Do I even want to?
I have spent the past 14 years praising God in Baptist, Methodist, Christian Community churches and meditating in Buddhist temples. In each church, I am praising the exact same God.
I don’t know the answer to these questions yet. This is not a 50 yard dash. It is a 26 -mile marathon. I am only on day one.
Two things I am certain of, though:
One, I find by the end of the rosary, I am suddenly filled with peace.
Two, I do believe God’s Will shall be revealed.
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