“Marriage is something greater than a contract, for it involves also a sacrifice.
The woman sacrifices an irreparable gift, which was the gift of God and was the object of her mother’s anxious care: her fresh young beauty, frequently her health, and that faculty of loving which women have but once.
The man, in his turn, sacrifices the liberty of his youth, those incomparable years which never return, the power of devoting himself to her whom he loves, which is vigorous only in his early years, and the ambition–inspired by love–to create a happy and glorious future.
All this is possible but once in a man’s life–perhaps never. Therefore Christian marriage is a double oblation, offered in two chalices, one filled with virtue, purity, and innocence; the other with unblemished self-devotion, the immortal consecration of a man to her who is weaker than himself, who was unknown to him yesterday, and with whom today he is content to spend the remainder of his life.
These two cups must be both filled to the brim in order that the union may be holy and that Heaven may bless it.”
THREE TO GET MARRIED (by Fulton J. Sheen, Ph.D., D.D. )
I admire many Bloggers.
They are not only up to date with current events, but they have a certain je ne sais quoi in their writing.
One such example is Elizabeth Scalia.
Below you will find two different articles.
The first has to do with a topic that I am quite Passionate about…Immigration.
Find it here.
The other, well, it is quite enjoyable, if for nothing else, the very tongue-in-cheekiness of it all.
Find it here.
I could tell you more, but then you wouldn’t go and read them, even scan them!
Darn! I shouldn’t of mentioned the first one…ah well.
I know this has happened to you…
You awaken in the middle of the night and your head is FILLED with awesome ideas!
Ideas ranging from how to make your home better, a really witty remark that you will get away with to your boss, the solution to that problem that is nagging you, an amazing topic to blog about, etc…
That happened to me last night too!
Ask me what I was going to blog about! Go ahead, ask…
I can’t remember
I know, keep a pen and pad by your bed.
I’ve done that! I have tons of ideas for short stories!
Ask me how many I’ve written. Go ahead, ask…
Not a single one!
Yup! Welcome to my world
Happy Hump Day!
The older you get, the more tangible this is.
If you are Blessed to have Children, then you know first hand that all you have to do is blink and *poof* they’re grown!
How did that happen, you ask.
When did it happen, you wonder.
Where was I, one exclaims!
My First-Born Pumpkin Princess turns 20…yes, TWENTY today.
If you have been here before, months ago, or even years now – EEK – then you know about My Babies and me.
About 2 years ago I was going to start another Private, Personal Blog. Which I would later “uncover” for My Babies.
I lacked the courage. I mean, I did begin to write. Letters, emotions, stories…then, I realized that it was in my cowardice that I began this endeavour! Or so I thought.
Thus, I stopped. I deleted all I wrote. How I regret it…
For you see, I also have torn up letters I have written to them over the years for fear of sounding biased or burdening them.
Again, Big Mistake!
Now I have nothing to show for all those years. And with a memory as bad as mine – my Coma-Sis can attest to this – I will never “know” what happened or how I felt.
8 Years of Pain and Sorrow. EIGHT! And nothing to show. I can tell you an incident here and another there, but I should have left it all…
And yet…is it not best to just have let it die?
I would give it all if I could start anew with them. I wouldn’t give a fig about the past!
I know that is but a dream of mine…
My Mom tells me to have hope. She says all children come around…eventually…
Last night I lay in bed for hours, unable to sleep, talking to her as I very customarily do. I had that conversation where I tell her that yes, I am flawed and have failed, but that no one is perfect, not even him she holds so dear.
And then I stop, for I know she would become quite defensive at that point.
I then begin our conversation again.
Funny thing is that right when I begin to nuzzle into Morpheus’ arms, the Perfect conversation, the perfect words come to mind.
But damned be Morpheus, he distracts me and the words are lost to me once more.
One day, or night rather, one night it will come to me and I will be able to resist Morpheus’ charms and I will write it all down so that when that day comes…which I believe is much sooner than I even imagine, I will be, sort of, prepared.
For now, I am quite Happy for my Pumpkin Princess. She has become quite a Beautiful and Intelligent Young Woman.
If you get a chance, and if you would be so kind, a quick Prayer for her would be Greatly Appreciated ♥
Thank you for trusting me enough to allow this Young Woman to be born to me.
I am sorry that I have not lived up to what you would have hoped.
Fortunately, You are there, as is her Guardian Angel and Our Blessed Mother that also Loves and Watches over each and every one of us.
I ask you to please Guide her, Watch over her and Protect her from the temptations and evil snares of this world.
Please open her heart to You, to Love. May it be filled and that it overflow to all those around her.
And if you get a chance, let her know how much she means to me…
Thank You, Lord.
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1Flesh.org…even the name is Awesome!!!
Marc Barnes, aka Bad Catholic is, well, plain and simply put, AWESOMENESS!
Yes, I am not ashamed to admit that I am a Fan!
Though not his Number One Fan…mad respect if you get that reference
If you are a fan of Sex and wish for it to not Die…Read this!
You may just enjoy it
After having fallen to Temptation…
How do you get better?
Do you just stop? Quit cold turkey?
Let’s say you do. What then? Are we free to go on as if nothing happened?
Mr. Stiles begins his post with a practical joke played by one of my all time Favourite Authors, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
You can read it here.
Though a joke, it caused twelve individuals to change their lives in an instant.
But it is Mr. Stiles’ use of Macbeth that truly drives home just how powerful guilt, a guilty conscience, can be:
Do you remember Lady Macbeth’s famous sleepwalking plea?
“Out, damned spot! Out, I say!”
And when the spying doctor heard her say this, and saw her trying to wash the imaginary spots of blood off her hands (really, off her conscience), he made this statement:
“Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine than the physician. God, God, forgive us all!”
—Macbeth, Act V, Scene I
Shakespeare nailed it here. A guilty conscience isn’t something any earthly doctor can fix. Only God can wash the blood off our hands.
Now, Mr. Stiles does not leave us hanging though, he offers a couple of things that WILL clear our consciences.
Personally, the most powerful is Confession.
To have to Utter your acts to another…
To Hear yourself say what you have done, thought, or not done…
To have to take Responsibility for your actions…
And then to receive His Grace…to receive Absolution…
It just Boggles my Mind!!
But…as Father Mario has many a time pointed out, God is not like us. We cannot reduce Him. We cannot comprehend His ways. His Ways are not Our Ways…
And my favourite, I am NOT the Fourth Person of the Holy Trinity
This is a good place to start to deal with our Temptation…
But…what if you have??
I know how that goes too….
A great big Gracias to Fede, a.k.a. Bongo Guy, for sharing this…
Oh, and Feliz Cumpleaños también!!
What to do with Mexicans.
by Luke R. A. Bennette
What do we do with Mexicans?
Nothing much, we put them in pens.
We ship them out, or do we ship them back?
Now that I think of it, a ship we lack!
But somehow, or another, they come, and they go.
But without them, we know, there’d be no flow.
A vibrant song goes forth from their lips,
It brings out the groove, the swing of the hips,
The women, or ladies, become all afire,
They satiate, in men, the love of desire.
Their hands make anew, what was thought to be old,
They make a party lively, when it seems most cold.
Their heart is in it, because you only live one life,
Yet they flee from their home, all full of strife.
For their sake, for their home, I pray to God,
To him I cry, and to Christ I do Laud,
For the sake of my friend, who has taught me to smile,
Whenever I see the sight of his profile.
For the sake of my friend, the passion he brought,
To the sound of a guitar, of which you ought
To play with life, with soul, with a beat!
For the sake of my friend, who accomplished this feat.
What little I know of him is his heart,
His homeland means much to him, that’s a start.
More will come in time, when time has passed;
When more and more hearts are then amassed
For the cause of peace, love, fidelity,
Of hope in God, and the blessed maternity.
I speak these words to my friend, in time;
Hoping he understand the meaning of my rhyme.
May his hands be evermore limber, and fit,
Capable to swing a hammer, or use a pick,
May a song be always in his heart, his wit
Be full of good cheer, and his phrases slick,
Not for simple profit, nor for pleasing gain,
But that God’s name be praised, for this refrain.
And through his profit, may his country be,
Through God safeguarded, eternally.
I know it is.
I do. My head knows it is. Rationally, logically, and literally it is nothing more than characters on a screen, right?
But emotionally it is me.
But to hear someone tell me that this, THIS that you are reading is JUST A…
The first thing you are taught when you begin to write or desire to take on the endeavour of being a writer is to never be “Married” to your work.
There will be much editing, cutting, deleting, changing, etc.
It is NOT your Baby.
Again, I KNOW that…but in a way, for me, this is Me.
If you read this…it hurt.
This was sent to me by a Friend.
In her email it states that it is attributed to a 15-year old from Arizona. Snopes says something a bit different and has different versions.
Regardless, it IS Great!
“New Pledge of Allegiance”
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That’s no offense; it’s a freedom scene…
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all..
In silence alone we must meditate,
God’s name is prohibited by the state.
We’re allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks…
They’ve outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the ‘unwed daddy,’ our Senior King.
It’s ‘inappropriate’ to teach right from wrong,
We’re taught that such ‘judgments’ do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles ..
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It’s scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school’s a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Please stay tuned because the Young Brandon Kelly will finally be posting on From The Pews!
Yes, I know, I promised he would be writing some time back, but I am literally sitting right beside him and we have gone over how to blog on WordPress!
So, for real this time, he will be posting soon!!
Today we celebrate St. Louis Mary de Montfort’s Feast Day.
Below you will find what American Catholic.org shared with us all on this day.
But before I let you read that, I would recommend a quick visit to TJ’s Teach Catholic.com Blog, but specifically to “4 Reasons Why I Love The Luminous Mysteries.” He educates us a bit about The Mysteries, about our Always Loving and Guiding, Mary, and tells us a tiny about the Beloved and Blessed JPII.
It also is worth the visit.
She has asked us so many times to Pray the Rosary. Let us not let Her down.
Besides, it will only lead us to Him, Her Beloved Son.
God Love You ♥
Have a Great Weekend.
Louis’s life is inseparable from his efforts to promote genuine devotion to Mary, the mother of Jesus and mother of the Church.Totus tuus (completely yours) was Louis’s personal motto; Karol Wojtyla chose it as his episcopal motto.
Born in the Breton village of Montfort, close to Rennes (France), as an adult Louis identified himself by the place of his Baptism instead of his family name, Grignion. After being educated by the Jesuits and the Sulpicians, he was ordained as a diocesan priest in 1700.
Soon he began preaching parish missions throughout western France. His years of ministering to the poor prompted him to travel and live very simply, sometimes getting him into trouble with Church authorities. In his preaching, which attracted thousands of people back to the faith, Father Louis recommended frequent, even daily, Holy Communion (not the custom then!) and imitation of the Virgin Mary’s ongoing acceptance of God’s will for her life.
Louis founded the Missionaries of the Company of Mary (for priests and brothers) and the Daughters of Wisdom, who cared especially for the sick. His book, True Devotion to the Blessed Virgin, has become a classic explanation of Marian devotion. Louis died in Saint-Laurent-sur-Sèvre, where a basilica has been erected in his honor. He was canonized in 1947.
Comment: Like Mary, Louis experienced challenges in his efforts to follow Jesus. Opposed at times in his preaching and in his other ministries, Louis knew with St. Paul, “Neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who causes the growth” (1 Corinthians 3:7). Any attempt to succeed by worldly standards runs the risk of betraying the Good News of Jesus. Mary is “the first and most perfect disciple,” as the late Raymond Brown, S.S., described her.
Quote: “Mary is the fruitful Virgin, and in all the souls in which she comes to dwell she causes to flourish purity of heart and body, rightness of intention and abundance of good works. Do not imagine that Mary, the most fruitful of creatures who gave birth to a God, remains barren in a faithful soul. It will be she who makes the soul live incessantly for Jesus Christ, and will make Jesus live in the soul” (True Devotion to the Blessed Virgin).
BTW, if you haven’t read it, The Secret of the Rosary by St. Louis Mary de Montfort, is worth every page. It is Truly Inspiring and gives you mad chills!!
Teaching English simply for test preparation rather than to develop a love of literature is a mistake.
By CLAIRE NEEDELL HOLLANDER
Published: April 20, 2012 New York Times
FRANZ KAFKA wrote that “a book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us.” I once shared this quotation with a class of seventh graders, and it didn’t seem to require any explanation. We’d just finished John Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men.” When we read the end together out loud in class, my toughest boy, a star basketball player, wept a little, and so did I. “Are you crying?” one girl asked, as she crept out of her chair to get a closer look. “I am,” I told her, “and the funny thing is I’ve read it many times.”
But they understood. When George shoots Lennie, the tragedy is that we realize it was always going to happen. In my 14 years of teaching in a New York City public middle school, I’ve taught kids with incarcerated parents, abusive parents, neglectful parents; kids who are parents themselves; kids who are homeless or who live in crowded apartments in violent neighborhoods; kids who grew up in developing countries. They understand, more than I ever will, the novel’s terrible logic — the giving way of dreams to fate.
For the last seven years, I have worked as a reading enrichment teacher, reading classic works of literature with small groups of students from grades six to eight. I originally proposed this idea to my principal after learning that a former stellar student of mine had transferred out of a selective high school — one that often attracts the literary-minded offspring of Manhattan’s elite — into a less competitive setting. The daughter of immigrants, with a father in jail, she perhaps felt uncomfortable with her new classmates. I thought additional “cultural capital” could help students like her fare better in high school, where they would inevitably encounter, perhaps for the first time, peers who came from homes lined with bookshelves, whose parents had earned not G.E.D.’s but Ph.D.’s.
Please, please take the time to read this article.
But do not stop there, SHARE IT!
Perhaps we can get the Department of Education and all Institutions to realize what we are losing and what we can gain by simply Reading and Interpreting =)
GOD LOVE YOU!!
See on www.nytimes.com
When my daughter was a toddler, I used to take her to a park not far from our apartment. One day as she was playing in a sandbox, an ice-cream salesman approached us. I purchased her a treat, and when I turned to give it to her, I saw her mouth was full of sand. Where I had intended to put a delicacy, she had put dirt.
Did I love her with dirt in her mouth? Absolutely. Was she any less of my daughter with dirt in her mouth? Of course not. Was I going to allow her to keep the dirt in her mouth? No way. I loved her right where she was, but I refused to leave her there. I carried her over to the water fountain and washed out her mouth. Why? Because I love her.
God does the same for us. He holds us over the fountain. “Spit out the dirt, honey,” our Father urges. “I’ve got something better for you.” And so he cleanses us of filth; immorality, dishonesty, prejudice, bitterness, greed. We don’t enjoy the cleansing; sometimes we even opt for the dirt over the ice cream. “I can eat dirt if I want to!” we pout and proclaim. Which is true—we can. But if we do, the loss is ours. God has a better offer.
~ Max Lucado, Just Like Jesus
Max Lucado is one of my Favourite Authors. He has so many amazing books and quotes that touch me to the darkest, deepest recesses of my being, of my Spirit, of my Soul.
I cannot help but cry when I read his books and many of his quotes.
Our Lord has Blessed him with not only with insight, but the ability to transmit, with the limitations of words and language, a meaning and a message so profound that even our little children get it!
Refer to Max Lucado’s You are Special.
If you have not yet read his work, do so.
God Love You ♥
I can sit for hours and know everything and bear everything and grow stronger in the bearing of it, and at the same time feel sure that life is beautiful and worth living and meaningful.
~ Etty Hillesum
Needless to say, I am Deeply Honoured at his request!
It has taken me this long to discern if I was worthy to join and if it was something that I should even be doing.
Allow me to elaborate.
When you visit Faith and Zeal.net and you click on the Authors/Autores Page, you will find that there is a link provided that will take you to read and learn more about their Patron Saint, San Miguel Febres Cordero.
This link will then take you to La Salle.org.
Here you will find a wealth of information about The Lasallian Family. Their founder?
Saint Jean-Baptiste de la Salle! Mi Santo!!
Uncanny, I know!
And what was his calling? To serve the Youth. Boys specifically, but the Youth!
It was too much for me! It still is.
I cannot take this too lightly.
I have always loved serving and working with the Youth. It is truly my Passion! And here, Mi Santo did just that and now I was being asked to join this Blog.
But it is not just a thing where you join and contribute sometimes and that is all.
There are a few requirements. Requirements that I must take to Heart, Live and Fulfill.
And I plan to do so, with Great Zeal and Ardour! It has taken me this long to decide. And now I have. I am going to do it!
Here is the clincher.
This is where you come in. This is where I need your help.
I am nowhere near the categoria, the caliber of the authors now, thus, I am very, very insecure as to my bio and pic.
I have chosen two completely different pics of yours truly. One goes with one post, the other, well, obviously with the other.
For the handful of you that come to my blog and maybe know a bit about me, let me know what you think of my blurb too, please!
I want to live up to the standard but not sound like I’m trying too hard.
Do I add that I was Blessed enough to attend the Blogger’s Meet at the Vatican? Or is that riding the wave? A wave that maybe has hit the shore long ago…
Well, here they are. Let me know, Por Favor!!
A simple sinner who aspires to one day truly be worthy of God’s Merciful Love and Compassion, Narda V. Centeno tries, as do many of us, to be a True disciple of Christ.
Her passion resides in working with youth. Her experience ranges from teaching English and Environmental Education at the Prepa level in Valle de Guadalupe, Jalisco to working for the Archdiocese in Los Angeles as a Youth Coordinator at the Guadalupe Community Center, and at present, she volunteers her time assisting with various Youth Programs and Ministries in her Parish in Thornhill, Ontario.
You could say she is trying to reach the Youth of the Americas! She suffers from a wickedly misunderstood sense of humour and a horrid Peter Pan syndrome! But it is precisely because of these and other failings that she feels called to Serve the Youth, and to help them, perhaps, if she can, in some way, through her many failings, to avoid making so many of the mistakes she made.
A Budding Cradle Catholic, Narda V. Centeno has been very Blessed to have had the opportunity to work and serve various communities in all 3 countries of North America. Her passion, however, lies in working with and serving the Youth.
She has given birth to 5 Beautiful children and mothered hundreds more via many of the opportunities our Lord has given her to work with and alongside His Beloved Youth. A young man once said, “Believe it or not, Narda really does love each and every one of you.” And it is true, she does.
Oh and FYI, Option 1 Pic and the quote for Option 2, both come from one of my Favourite Photographers and Mumsie, Kevin Tablizo. You can find his work on his FB Page, Kevin Tablizo Photography.
Thanks, Mumsie! Luv Ya ♥
Way back in 2006 I found this poem by one of my favourite writers, Sandra Cisneros.
At the time I was Blindly, Foolishly and yeah, Stupidly “In Love” with my Husband. Some things Never change
I sent it to him because I felt, and well, still feel that Ms. Cisneros has given words to the Dichotomy of what seems to be a Paradoxically, Incomprehensible Sentiment. That can at once fill us with such Violent, Aggressively Passionate Love that Destroys us and yet can Soothe us, Calm us, Satiate our Hunger and our Thirst with Unity.
I cannot even begin to describe what she has captured…how she has juxtaposed our Duality. Our Bi-Culturedness. Our Love and Hate. Our…well, I’ll let you read for yourself.
In White is the Original Poem by Ms. Cisneros.
In Red is what I wrote to my Patootie way back when.
Warning! For the record, Dude, I can be corny!! But always quite in Love and at war with myself due to the Love that I felt and had for him. Still am and can be too!
Disfrutenlo! And don’t laugh too hard at my words
You Bring Out the Mexican in Me…
~ Sandra Cisneros
You bring out the Mexican in me.
The hunkered thick dark spiral.
The core of a heart howl.
The bitter bile. The tequila lágrimas on Saturday all
(I’m sure you’re familiar with the alcoholic beverage Tequila. We, as I’m sure I do not have to explain to you, drink to forget our pain.)
through the next weekend Sunday.
You are the one I’d let go the other loves for,
surrender my one-woman house.
Allow you red wine in bed,
even with my vintage lace linens.
You bring out the Dolores del Río in me.
(Dolores del Rio was a BEAUTIFUL Mexican actress that was passionate, she would fight men on their terms, if they yelled, she yelled back, she was not meek. At all. Yet in the end, she loved with an unbridled fire within her soul…The way I LOVE YOU.)
The Mexican spitfire in me.
The raw navajas, glint and passion in me.
The raise Cain and dance with the rooster-footed devil in me.
The spangled sequin in me.
The eagle and serpent in me.
(Here, these are my roots, my pride. You know the story of the Founding of Tenochtitlan. As important, is the legendary blood-thirst of the Aztec.)
The mariachi trumpets of the blood in me.
(Mariachi trumpets are the vital piece in music, they transmit the passion of the song, the feeling, the pain.)
The Aztec love of war in me.
The fierce obsidian of the tongue in me.
(The Obsidian knife you know of. Well, it is that knifed-tongue that you are able to bring out in me, not Proud of it, but you do!)
The berrinchuda, bien-cabrona, in me.
(Berrinchuda is a pouty brat. Sound familiar Bien–cabrona is basically more than a handful, kinda Bitchy too, but not in a mean so much as naughty, rebellious way…that may ring a bell as well, huh MUA XXXXXXX)
The Pandora’s curiosity in me.
The pre-Columbian death and destruction in me.
(These and the following need no explanation.)
The rainforest disaster, nuclear threat in me.
The fear of fascists in me.
Yes, you do. Yes, you do.
You bring out the colonizer in me.
(Needless to say, the dominator, conqueror, the ambitious woman in me.)
The holocaust of desire in me.
The Mexico City ’85 earthquake in me.
(Devastation, hunger, need, fear, insecurity, jealousy, and also the tenderness and wanting to protect and care for you.)
The Popocatepetl/Ixtaccíhuatl in me.
(These the Popocatepetl and Ixta are volcanoes in México. The Popo is the male and Ixta the female. According to Aztec legend, the woman was told that her Love was killed in battle, she was completely devastated and killed herself. In actuality he was alive, upon his return, he found her body, he was in anguish and despair. He had lost the woman he loved! He then carried her lifeless body to the Volcano and jumped in with her, to be with her until eternity.)
The tidal wave of recession in me.
The Agustín Lara hopeless romantic in me.
(Now, Agustin Lara is the composer of most of the Love songs I have ever translated for you. He is the known for his Love for a Mexican actress, Maria Felix, another Spitfire ;) and the songs he wrote for her are full of passion, unconditional and eternal love…)
The barbacoa taquitos on Sunday in me.
(Barbacoa taquitos are a typical Sunday after mass lunch. It symbolizes tenderness, sharing, family.)
The cover the mirrors with cloth in me.
(The cover the mirrors with cloth is Shame. Embarrassment, cohibition in a woman’s sexuality. I can become shy before you because you uncover my deep truths. You see me, the real me…)
Sweet twin. My wicked other,
I am the memory that circles your bed nights,
that tugs you taut as moon tugs ocean.
I claim you all mine,
arrogant as Manifest Destiny.
I want to rattle and rent you in two.
I want to defile you and raise hell.
I want to pull out the kitchen knives,
dull and sharp, and whisk the air with crosses.
Me sacas lo mexicana en mi,
(You bring out the Mexican in me…)
like it or not, honey.
You bring out the Uled-Nayl in me.
The stand-back-white-bitch in me.
The switchblade in the boot in me.
The Acapulco cliff diver in me.
(These divers are seen as brave, courageous, aggressive, passionate. They risk it all to unite with their love and passion, the sea.)
The Flecha Roja mountain disaster in me.
(The Flecha Roja is a bus company in Mexico. But I am not familiar with what happened? But based on the context, it was probably a crime of passion )
The dengue fever in me.
The ¡Alarma! murderess in me.
(Alarma, is a sensationalist paper that always, I mean ALWAYS has gory, bloody pictures of castrated men, shot lovers, etc. It highlights crimes of passion.)
I could kill in the name of you and think
it worth it. Brandish a fork and terrorize rivals,
female and male, who loiter and look at you,
languid in your light. Oh,
I am evil. I am the filth goddess Tlazoltéotl.
(This is the Aztec goddess of Guilty Pleasures. She is known for eating people’s shit which in actuality are their sins. Specifically adulterous, sexual sins. She inspires AND forgives carnal acts. Which is what I do or am trying to do, right Mi Amor. She is the embodiment of complexity, contradictions)
I am the swallower of sins.
The delicious debauchery. You bring out
the primoridal exquisiteness in me.
The nasty obsession in me.
The corporal and venial sin in me.
The original transgression in me.
Red ocher. Yellow ocher. Indigo. Cochineal.
(Cochineal is a parasite insect which is also the bug used for a Blood red Color.)
Piñón. Copal. Sweetgrass. Myrrh.
All you saints, blessed and terrible.
Virgen de Guadalupe, diosa Coatlicue,
(Our Lady of Guadalupe is invoked to bring us peace, patience and resignation especially when dealing with men. Coatlicue is the mother of all creation she requires human heart sacrifices to appease her because she sacrificed herself for our creation. She is aggressive, desirous of love, gives love but does not stand for nonsense. She is just, but also can be evil. Very contrary to Our Lady of Guadalupe. Which embodies us, Mexicanas. Sweet, Loving, but can and do have a dark side that requires pain, blood and sacrifice.)
I invoke you.
Quiero se tuya. Only yours. Only you.
Quiero amarte. Atarte. Amarrate.
(I want to love you. Bound you. Tie you up.)
Love the way a Mexican woman loves.
Let me show you. Love the only way I know how.
Mi Amor, this poem does embody all the feelings and emotions, desires, fears, pain, insecurities, anger, disappointment, romanticism, deception, you name it…it describes it.
THIS IS HOW I LOVE…this is how I Love you…I am capable of more than you have ever realized…I do hope that you can value and appreciate all the contradictions and complexities that lie within me…
Ur Silly Girl…Ur MEXICANA Silly Girl XXXXXXXXXXx
Silver Lining Anyone?
I have been nominated for this award by a Very Talented, but more important, at least in my humble opinion, a Beautifully-Souled Photographer.
Sonel’s Photographic Corner is the name of her Blog and all you have to do is read her comments, her words, to see and feel the Loving Warmth and Kindness she exudes ♥
As for her pictures…beautiful! She is surrounded by such natural beauty and we are Blessed that she is generous enough to share it with us. AND that she has been blessed with the eye to capture it in order to transmit it in a way that allows us to revel in the peace, the beauty, and the warmth that she shares.
Thank You again for the Nomination
Here is the Low Down on the Award as I C & P’d from her Blog:
The Versatile Blogger Award is all about to introduce bloggers to each other and to promote quality blogs that the awardees and their readers might not been discovered otherwise.
“Versatile Blogger” Award Rules:
Post a picture of the award.
Thank the award giver.
Share 7 random facts about yourself.
Nominate 15 other bloggers about this and tell them by leaving comments on their blog.
I have completed 1 and 2. Now for 3…
7 Random Facts about Me
Well, now I have to think randomly, which is not the problem. The problem is thinking about me!
1. I have 3 Beautiful Sisters and a very Handsome Baby Brother. I am the ”nice” one of the siblings and also the oldest Lucky Me.
2. I am what I like to call and Idealist grounded in the Harshness of Reality.
Basically meaning that I know we can all make the world a better place if we really wanted to, but many of us are a bit apathetic, selfish and self-centered and don’t give a fig about anyone else or their problems or if we are hurting them and thus, Utopia may not be possible. And THAT Utopia opens up an entire new can of worms…Does “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” by Ursula K. Le Guin ring a bell??
3. I have very eclectic tastes when it comes to many things, especially music. For example, I Love listening to Low Rider Oldies:
Made very recognizable by ”La Bamba” the story of Ritchie Valens.
And one of my ALL TIME FAVES
Before I keep going on and on, I Love Rap, Hip-Hop, Soul, Quiet Storm, Freestyle, 80′s, Grunge, Oldies, Latin Oldies, Rock en Español, Cumbias, Rancheras and Seriously, I can go on and on and on and on, perhaps I will do a Music Day in which I share a new song I like
4. I was and am a Social Butterfly. I enjoy fluttering about different groups of friends. Which brings me to 5.
5. I am a HORRIBLE FRIEND! And Family Member. I never call. I never write. Perhaps a line on FB or an email sometimes, but usually forwards. That is how you know I care
Bad Friend and Family Member I tell you, Bad!
6. I Love Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups! I think that the person that invented the combination of chocolate and peanuts was a True Genius!!
7. I am very forgetful. And I have a hard time finishing what I start because I either Procrastinate, lose interest or forget.
She just makes me Piss Myself Laughing!!!
2. Robotic Rhetoric.
Talented and Oh So Funny!! I really enjoy his humour! Oh, and a quick caution, there may be some 4-Letter words and I don’t mean Love
3. DLCS Management.
Because we all need to be taken far away and well, it’s a GREAT SITE!
4. MAISON ARMOIRE.
Food, Pics, Tips on my Home AND I Learned about Holland! The Interior Design advice is Awesome. Now, if only I could follow the advice
5. Old Enough for Fairy Tales.
I was led to this Blog via another Blog. But what truly brought me to her was her name. I have a Daughter named the same.
But, what has KEPT me going there is her Honesty, her Faith, and her Openness. Do enjoy her writings.
6. Adeeyoyo’s Blog.
When you need a bit of beauty and don’t mind being taken to a place that your imagination can roam free, stop by and read.
7. Sons of Thunder Patron.
Want to talk versatility? He can enthrall you in History, bewitch you with beauty, and force you to think! Laugh too!
8. Mi Blog es Tu Blog.
I go here when I need to laugh – not always in a happy way mind you – or to just find out what is going on with the Espanglish World. Laura has other sites and journals that she writes for as well, but this site I enjoy for its “Quickies.”
10. Life in Spanglish.
A Bit of Home for me and I just Love the stroll down memory lane. Besides, I comprende what she writes
11. Raising & Teaching Little Saints. From Crafts to Education to Current Events. Guest Posts as well. Worth a Visit.
12. Mittermeier: A Catholic’s Journey to Physical Well-Being.
Though the blogger will have you believe it is just Physical well-being, it is much, much more than that! It is a Journey towards Balance. Physical and Spiritual. Enjoy her work.
13. Καθολικός διάκονος.
Deacon Scott Dodge’s Blog. Deacon Dodger to me.
He has guided me and lifted me out of the penumbra many a time. His writing, his guidance, his work is a True Treasure to me. I hope it is to you as well.
14. Shoved to Them.
This was one of the First Blogs I “discovered.” I can identify with her work and her experiences in so many ways. Now if only I could have the courage to do as she does…
15. Totus Tuus Family & Catholic Homeschool.
Last but definitely not least…
Beauty. Wisdom. Faith. Education. Allison’s site has it ALL! I admire this woman’s valour at her huge undertaking. And to top it all off, she is sweet, kind, giving, humble and oh so warm and friendly! Enjoy her site! I do!
Okay! I think I am Done!!
I realize that this nomination may not be a big gigantic award, it is simply an acknowledgement that someone deemed my work worthy to share. And THAT is Honour enough!
Those that I have nominated, that I have shared with you I have done so because I Admire and Enjoy their work and want to share it with you.
As Sonel said:
I hope everyone is happy with their Award and it doesn’t matter if you accept it or not. This is just another way of getting to know each other and even ourselves.
One thing I learned about blogging is this : If you don’t put yourself out there and visit other blogs, you will never get to know and meet all these interesting and beautiful people from all over the world.
The first step in blogging is not writing them but reading them.
This is no popularity contest or to see who has the best camera or best photo’s or talents or even what you do with your photo’s! It’s about sharing what you love doing and it doesn’t matter how you do it. In the end it’s all about what you enjoy doing.
We are all real people with real feelings and we are all beautiful souls connected. And yes, it takes up a lot of your time but it’s worth it.
Thank you again to Sonel and Please do visit these amazing Bloggers. There are so many more! SO MANY! But I was limited to 15. Enjoy them!
God Love You All ♥
I have returned to blogging now that my break from electronics is over.
No, I did not give it up for Lent, if you scroll down a bit, you will read some of my previous posts and see that these were done at the beginning of Lent.
I was on Electronics Break due to a Mission that I was trying to accomplish.
That Mission was a Failure.
No Babies. Not a one.
My Little Angel did not come home. My Tall, Handsome Ticki did not come home. Neither did my Beautiful Pumpkin Princess.
I will update you more tomorrow. God-Willing.
God Love You All and a Special Thanks to those who came though I was away…
News Outlets Failed to Reveal Lesbian Denied Communion at Mother’s Funeral … is a Buddhist and Gay Rights Activist | CatholicVote.org
Here is the source for The Crescat’s undeniable, unquestionable assertion.
I originally came across this story via Kat’s Blog. I have also been keeping up with it thanks to her updates. Now, thanks to her again, there is a sense of validation but there is also as Mr. Thomas Peters nicely puts it:
I, for one, am tired of activists such as Barbara Johnson. A woman who used the very death of her mother for a political, anti-Catholic purpose. A woman who ran to the media with her story and an agenda while failing, for instance, to reveal that she no longer considers herself Catholic and evidently knows that this could pose a problem for her.
And I’m sick and tired of the media playing along with these agenda-driven personal stories while exercising zero vetting because they coincide with the media’s agenda.
Apparently, if a story paints the Catholic Church or a Catholic priest in a bad light, it gets green-lighted for publication with almost no due diligence.
We Catholics deserve better!
I do not see this story being blasted all over the place:
Buddhist Lesbian Shamelessly Pushes Own Agenda at Mother’s Funeral!
And Vilifies Catholic Church in Process!
Mr. Peters is bang on in asking WHO is bringing their politics.
One would think, hope, assume (obviously we are made arses out of) that the Media presents Facts in an unbiased manner.
That they check, double check and triple check their sources before sending a story to print. FRONT PAGE, no less, so as to not have the embarrassment, shame and utter humiliation of being deemed wrong, biased, mistaken, partial or any other label that should not be associated with a News Source.
But alas, this is not the case.
Not only for what it says, but more so for HOW it is said.
Mr. Hudon’s writing is, as I commented, Serene and yet oh-so-powerful!
I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t really “find” it. But I did sort of find it…
You see, I do not always go and read Freshly Pressed*.
*For you non-WordPressers (Insert Gasp Here and begin questioning WHY anyone would not use WordPress), those are the featured Blogs on, you guessed it, WordPress.
As I was saying, what I tend to do is scan the titles and see if anything piques my interest.
There have been weeks where nothing truly does.
But today…today I have discovered a Gem!
What a Find!! See, a FIND!
This Talented Writer has made me Smile, Laugh and Bust Out Laughing in a matter of minutes!
Check out jessseeker. You will NOT regret it!
This is the reason I may just lose my employment…apparently it is not good to bust out laughing while reading a Blog and not working…go figure??
Oh, BTW, in case it was lost on you, as you can see, I am Tickled Pink