Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Today, July 16th, is the Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.
I am enrolled, but have not had a scapular for a long time, so this is a good reminder for me to get one.
I know it's good to wear the scapular, but I know very little otherwise, about Carmel. I need to learn more, and it looks like the Wikipedia page is pretty good, at least they have some bibliographical resources to look up, which I must do soon, but it's almost time to get out of here for today.
This article also looks pretty good, written by a Carmelite. I found it on the Wikipedia page, but have not yet read it myself. I just had to include something regarding whose feast it is today.
Yesterday, I was wondering why I have no statues of the Blessed Mother. I had a very sad day, and was praying at my relative's room, but I realized it would have been so much better to have had a statue of Our Lady, or Our Lord,or any of many saints,of course.
Because I love worshipping statues, as we Catholics all do, right?
~~~~ St. Padre Pio
Apparel --- again!
I recently read an article about women who wear "veils" at Mass and chapel.
This article neglected to explain that there is no longer a rule stating that women must wear a head covering at Mass, or before the Blessed Sacrament.
Apparently many younger women are waxing poetic over these things -- as if the outward sign were the important thing.
And, that's what bothers me about these folks who are too young to remember when girls HAD to have their heads covered.
That mostly meant you wore a hat to Mass.
But, there would be times when you had to duck into the chapel, or into the church for Confession, etc., during a weekday.
So, you had to have your obligatory little "chapel veil" -- essentially a doily, inside a plastic case with with a snap closure. There were fancier cases, of course, but I personally couldn't ever afford those, so it was only the see-through plastic with the snap for me.
Jackie Kennedy started wearing the longer veil, --- mantilla --- after the First Family's return to the U.S.from their trip to Spain. Jack and Jackie both had very large heads. Jack was the first president to go hatless.
Before Jackie brought that thing to the U.S., nobody had ever heard of it --- outside of Spain.
In 1963, St. John the Baptist High School and Church were in the same building as our Notre Dame teaching nuns' convent. The church was downstairs. The high school was upstairs. The convent was both, I think. One of our teaching nuns --- our English teacher, actually --- got permission to take a desk into the convent from the school. She asked us (all-female) students to please help her move it.
It was pretty solid hardwood, with drawers, and really heavy. It took a lot of girls to move the thing. Maybe eight of us. We had to take it through the church to get to the convent.
We got a grip on the thing, and lifted it.
Just as we were about to enter the church, I thought, "Uh oh!!"
We have nothing on our heads, but then I figured, well, maybe Sr. won't worry about it this time. Should I keep my mouth shut, and risk letting all of us commit a venial sin, or should I squeal, and maybe the others would be mad at me.
Just then, Sr. turned around and said, "Girls --- you have nothing on your heads! Where are your chapel veils?"
Our chapel veils were in our purses, which were in the school, which was on the second floor. Sr. got out a little pack of Kleenex, and said we should "wear" those, just for the time being, but we had no bobby pins to make them stay on (as we would normally have in our see-through plastic envelopes, with the chapel veil), so they didn't stay on while we moved the desk. They just kind of floated away.
Sr. led the way, but she did not look back anymore.
An author for Catholic Herald of the U.K., writes "But, by and large, [mantillas --- or is it chapel veils??] transformed most women. You acquired instant mystique by wearing them"
Well, that's what she thinks.
The next few sentences of this paragraph are actually somewhat obscene. Maybe some folks need a little reminder of why we GO TO MASS!?
No, not just because we have to --- although we do have to.
We're not going to Mass for ourselves.
It's called the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. Those words have meaning. You're not supposed to be sitting at Mass thinking of how saucy you look.
Underground Rooftop, Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Well, I noticed a small outdoor space which didn't seem to be used by anyone, for anything. It's on the roof of a garage.
It gets a lot of sun each day, so I started wondering if a container garden might work there. Spring is such a blessing, especially after that ghoulish winter we just had.
I have some veggies on this rooftop now, and a few flowers. All in containers.
I don't know if nobody noticed it, or what. It's not my property, and I didn't ask or tell.
I don't think many property owners would just destroy it, even if not authorized., although the property owner has that right.
So, I usually try to water everything before the sun comes up, because the roof is next to a small parking lot. I don't want to be conspicuous.
This morning, I got there much later than I should have. I heard a male voice ask me a couple of questions about the plants, which I answered somewhat abruptly. I have a tendency to get friendly and chatty, but needed to get the h2o' ing done and get out of here. Didn't want to risk discovery.
When I looked down (I was on roof level) at the owner of this male voice, I recognized the editor of a magazine with worldwide circulation. When I realized who he was, I said hi, and his first name. I guess he was turned off by my unfriendly disposition, so he just kept walking, which was probably better for me anyway.
Now I'm hoping he doesn't tell the world about how nasty I was. Or do I hope that?
Maybe I hope that he doesn't write an article which will enable the property owner to identify the rooftop in question.
I don't really know what I'm hoping for, except perhaps some nice, fresh tomatoes and a few other veggies. And pretty flowers.
It's actually quite demeaning to have to live like some sort of refugee or criminal when you are sixty six years old, and had been a perfect tenant for nine years, and a perfect Section 8 recipient for eighteen years, and never did anything wrong.
Of course, I must offer everything up for the souls in Purgatory, and I do, as much as possible. But, you're supposed to have a joyous attitude when you offer things up, or it doesn't count.
Not sure if I do it right?
Here is a small article from Scott Richert's Catholicism page on About dot com, explaining a little bit about offering up for the souls in Purgatory. (Scott calls them "holy souls," but I've also read about the "poor souls in Purgatory." I will have to look that one up.) Of course, Holy Mother Church dedicates the entire month of November to the dead, but we should remember them every day.
Scott's article includes this quote from our Retired Holy Father, Pope Benedict XVI:
Truthfully, the Church invites us to pray for the dead every day, offering also our sufferings and difficulties that they, once completely purified, might be admitted to enjoy the light and peace of the Lord for all eternity.
But, it is an injustice that must be repaired, and I'm still working on it, but can't publish my plans yet.
Here's a link to my blog that explains how I came to be homeless.
The link is also on my page entitled, "My Blogger Blog and Me," in this blog. It should be under the list of "pages," which is apparently different from a regular post.
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