I’ve spent the last two days excavating – excavating through the crates of clothes my children have outgrown, that is. Two days, and I’m still not finished. I have, however, gotten through quite a bit. I sorted out the things that will fit others’ children and got some of that sent off today. Much of it, though, has been put on eBay. Now I just hope that the things sell. If they don’t, the next charity that sends me a collection bag will get a lot of clothes. This is why I’ve not written anything the past couple of days, though.
I’m going to be a little different today and talk about my own reading habits. I love to read, and have done so for as long as I can remember. When I’m at home and don’t have to do other things (or even if I do), you can often find me with a book.
Since Mother’s Day, though, you might equally find me with my Kindle. I’m finding that it’s much more portable than a book, so I tend to take it outside with me if the kids want to play, or walk around with it, or just sit and read on it. While it won’t replace books for me, it does make it easy to catch up on some classics or whatever else I want to read. Lately that’s been classics such as Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables (I love the music and wanted to read the book) and Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale (I love Shakespeare, and hadn’t read that play before).
I love the huge selection for the Kindle, too. It’s fun to browse through the titles, finding things that pique my interest. I love that I can download a free excerpt so I can see if the book is one I want, too. And of course it’s also nice that the classics are free, as are some other books at times. Pixel of Ink tends to keep track of the free or reduced price Kindle books.
So all that to say that I highly recommend the Kindle. It makes it easy to get lost in a book whilst also watching the kids.
The Second Joyful Mystery: the Visitation
|by Mariotto Albertinelli, from http://freechristimages.org/biblestories/visitation.htm|
First for the Scripture from Luke 1:39-56, from the New Jerusalem Bible:
39 Mary set out at that time and went as quickly as she could into the hill country to a town in Judah.
40 She went into Zechariah’s house and greeted Elizabeth.
41 Now it happened that as soon as Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leapt in her womb and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.
42 She gave a loud cry and said, ‘Of all women you are the most blessed, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.
43 Why should I be honoured with a visit from the mother of my Lord?
44 Look, the moment your greeting reached my ears, the child in my womb leapt for joy.
45 Yes, blessed is she who believed that the promise made her by the Lord would be fulfilled.’
46 And Mary said: My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord
47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour;
48 because he has looked upon the humiliation of his servant. Yes, from now onwards all generations will call me blessed,
49 for the Almighty has done great things for me. Holy is his name,
50 and his faithful love extends age after age to those who fear him.
51 He has used the power of his arm, he has routed the arrogant of heart.
52 He has pulled down princes from their thrones and raised high the lowly.
53 He has filled the starving with good things, sent the rich away empty.
54 He has come to the help of Israel his servant, mindful of his faithful love
55 -according to the promise he made to our ancestors — of his mercy to Abraham and to his descendants for ever.
56 Mary stayed with her some three months and then went home.
The first thing I notice is Elizabeth affirming Mary as the Theotokos by calling her “the Mother of my Lord”. Of course the geek in me also gravitates towards the “blessed among women” part, since my limited experience with Biblical Hebrew and Middle Egyptian have taught me that this is how superlatives were written in those languages.
I love the description of St John the Baptist leaping in the womb when he encounters Mary and Jesus. My children often kicked at the Consecration during Mass, and I always thought of this passage when that happened. I also love Mary’s response of magnifying God through all this. As I mentioned last week, Mary is always pointing to Jesus, which amazes me. I wish I could say that my every action and word pointed to Jesus, but alas, that is not the case. I’ve a lot to learn.
Today is the feast day of St Monica, my patron Saint. She’s an amazing woman whose faith and perseverance I greatly admire. She was married to a pagan man who seems to have not been the nicest, and she had three children, among them was St Augustine. She was grieved by Augustine’s wayward life and prayed constantly for his conversion, as well as praying for the conversion of her husband. In the end they did convert, a testament to her great faith and prayer. St Monica, pray for us.
I’ve always loved word games. In fact, I grew up playing Scrabble with my mother. I have fond memories of playing Scrabble from a very early age, progressing from her making words and me finding a place to put them, to legitimately holding my own with her. Unfortunately, I rarely get the chance to play Scrabble these days, despite having two Scrabble boards (regular and travel).
Imagine my surprise, then, when Kieran pulled out the travel Scrabble today and asked to learn how to play. Since Charlotte was napping, I was more than happy to accommodate his request.
Thus it was that I found myself teaching a 3-year-old how to play Scrabble. I would form words and help him find a place to put them. He didn’t care so much about the words themselves, but had lots of fun placing the tiles, getting out more tiles, and identifying letters (on his own, with no prompting from me). I didn’t attempt to keep score or anything, though I’m sure that will happen before long. He was rather upset when Charlotte awoke, since that meant we had to put the Scrabble game away. I foresee Scrabble becoming a regular fixture in my house again.
|back of the sweater|
I’m still plugging away on Kieran’s Twisted Tree sweater. I’m really pleased with how it’s turning out thus far. I’m completing the fourth repetition of the pattern, so I think I have six more before I get to the armholes. I decided from the beginning to do true cables instead of the right and left crosses, as I just prefer the look of real cables (I also did this with his Sherwood sweater last year).
I’ve not worked on my sweater this week, though I’m sure I’ll return to it soon. I enjoy having multiple projects going at once, so I don’t get bored.
Found this over a CMR:
I wanted to ask if you could please include my daughter Ella in your intentions and/or family prayers. She is a little over 4mo and is/has been listed for heart transplantation (status 1A). She already had surgery back in May, but her heart is just too severely defective to repair surgically again. My family and I only met E when she was 3 days old, but it was serious love at first sight. We all fell hard for her; then again, she is the most ridiculously cute baby on the planet. Truly.
But I digress. We are praying for complete healing of her heart and are asking for intercession through Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha. Would you join us in our prayers?
I understand if my request seems bold. I don’t expect a response, but I figured I would ask. My baby girl deserves nothing less than all I can give.