INFREQUENT POSTS ABOUT DISCARDS THAT CATCH MY ATTENTION WHEN I WALK.
SATURDAY WAS ONE OF THOSE PERFECT NEW YORK AUTUMNAL DAYS WHICH HAPPEN MORE FREQUENTLY IN OUR IMAGINATION THAN IN REALITY.
Dom and I drove up to New York City on Saturday and went to the Farmer’s Market in Union Square. The amount and variety of produce was almost overwhelming. So many different things to feast your eyes on. There were six varieties of radishes, probably 20 varieties of tomatoes and carrots in every color of the rainbow,
We settled on these darling little eggplants –
Slice the eggplant in half and drizzle with olive oil.
Top each piece of eggplant with pesto and put in oven at 375 degrees for approximately 40 minutes.
Remove from oven and put a dollop of tomato sauce onto each piece and dust with shaved mozzarella cheese.
Put back in the oven for an additional ten minutes.
OPEN YOUR HEART TO THE POSSIBILITY THAT JOY AND LAUGHTER ARE IN THE WORLD AND YOU WILL FIND IT.
Many people at the start of the new year pick a word to live by for the year instead of making a resolution. For 2015 I chose Light Hearted. I am such a serious person that I felt that I needed to lighten up.
I promised myself that I would smile more. I went out and bought books by various authors who write in a light hearted manner. I reminded myself not to always write about serious subjects. Well, all of this was going smoothly until the end of March.
From the first of April until today, I have been assaulted by constant sadness brought on by my friends, family, and myself being attacked by difficulties and illness.
But as I restarted my morning walks a few weeks ago I came upon this oddity lying by the side of the walk –
and this thought came to mind as a caption:
SAID THE ONE TOOTHBRUSH TO HIS MATE, I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUDDY, BUT I’M OUTTA HERE. I’M GOING TO FIND A NICE DRY MEDICINE CABINET TO LIVE IN.
And I just spontaneously laughed for the first time in a few month. So, I am picking up my word again and I am taking pictures of these discarded oddities. And, every once in a while I am going to start posting these pictures with my light hearted captions.
Wishing you random light hearted experiences,
September slips in like a fairy queen, spreads her cloak, and everything changes. First she starts by blinding you with light.
This week the beautiful September sunshine returned and I took my camera out and tried to capture God’s gift. I had no indecision about what to celebrate this week.
Wishing you a peaceful walk in God’s light,
Dear Pope Francis,
As a non practicing Catholic, I have looked upon your election to the papacy with hope. You are humanizing the Catholic Church and making it more accessible to Catholics who have been barred from participating in the rituals of a Church most of them love and financially support.
But dear Pope Francis, there is a gorilla sitting in the corner of the room that the Catholic Church hierarchy continue to ignore. The gorilla is the lack of respect for women and women’s rights.
When is the Church going to invite women to the altar to celebrate mass? There are so many good women in your Church who yearn to be full participants. These women are already leading the life Christ ordained as holy. When are you going to exert your influence so that they can completely participate in the holy life they are leading. The time for women to be ordained is now.
Praying this change will come soon,
This post is written in response to an assignment for Writing 101. I am writing it to amplify on a comment I made in response to The Francis Blindspot by Gina Messina-Dysert which can be found at Feminismand religion.com.
I will continue to write on this subject on Friday by introducing you to Sister Helen Cole.
Do you know where you’re goin’ to?
Do you like the things that life is showin’ you
Where are you goin’ to? Do you know?
This post is written in response to a writing assignment for Writing 101.
This image spoke to me because all of life is an unknown journey and most of the time I didn’t realize it was unknown. I thought if I looked hard enough I could find a roadmap.
As I have gotten older, I have realized on a certain level that there is no roadmap but I keep looking for directions.
Now when I look at the roadmap of my life, I realize that I have written the highways and the byways on the map and if I study them I sometimes find directions.
Hoping you know where you are going’ to,
With the anniversary of 9/11 looming ahead, I have been doing a lot of thinking about courage. In particular, I have been thinking about women’s courage and the women heroes of that day. I will be writing about one of those courageous women on Friday.
I started a WordPress course today called Writing 101. The prompt today is to write a post using the words….
I write because I want to understand myself and the world around me. Most of the time I feel that despite years and years of meditation and trying to life mindfully, I still react on a very visceral level to life.
When I take the time to write about my feelings and the events of my life, the writing helps me to gain perspective and to look at these feelings and events from many different angles. It also usually helps me to develop a humorous outlook toward my human foibles.
I also write because I am inquisitive. My writing serves as a jumping off point to delve more deeply into a subject and explain and sometimes be awe struck by the subject and to hopefully share some of my enthusiasm with a kindred spirit. I particularly like to do this in a post because of the give and take that happens in the comments section of a blog.
Writing is not always an easy thing to do. Sometimes it hard to steal the time away from my daily responsibilities to put my thoughts down in writing. In that regard writing is a lot like praying – it is hard to be a Mary in a Martha world.
But I write because this discipline brings the same rewards to my mind, heart and soul that praying and meditating bring to me. So, I guess for me writing is a form of taking the time to open myself to me and to God.
Wishing you time to know yourself,