Showing posts with label Mary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary. Show all posts

Twenty Hobbies

Feb. 16, Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time.



I stole this quote from Sarah of Little Progress Notes, and even though I have read it before, it stuck in my flesh like a thorn, sharp, sweet, and chastising, as it did the very first time I read it.  Someone close to me was very upset by this quote at the time, and I couldn't understand why.  Not intellectually.  Intellectually, I could understand how someone, a woman, who aimed for a profession or the perfection of a trade would balk that Chesterton thinks she oughtn't.  But my heart cannot fathom it.

When I read this quote, it's like if someone handed me a translation guide to the language of my soul.  People talk about wanting to be stay-at-home moms, and the majority of that talk revolves around the raising and education of children--which is, obviously, the most important aspect of homemaking if you're blessed to have them.  But there's more to it than that, and I see the fruits of the domestic woman in those who are not able to have children.  They're free to perfect their skills and passions.  They're broadly educated, not necessarily formally.

My own mother is extremely well-informed about current world events; her relatives in high political places talk down to her "narrow" point-of-view and are abruptly put in their place by a southern housewife.  I have a friend university-bound after seventeen years of graduating high school; she speaks with more lucidity and grace than most of my college professors.  My godmother has helped her husband raise the children from his first marriage, run three successful businesses, and start a grassroots ministry addressing the sorely ignored crisis of human sex trafficking.  My favorite women bloggers are, by a landslide majority, homemakers; more than gifted writers, they are photographers, crafters, architects, chemists, seamstresses, artists, philosophers, poets, botanists, activists, farmers, chauffeurs, and cooks.  They're quite literally everything to someone (their families).  And it just wouldn't be possible for them to be that astonishingly versatile in a career.

It's very telling that after a century of liberation, women are choosing to go back to the professions (oppression?) of their great-great-grandmothers.  Instead of being taught in an unbroken chain of mother-to-daughter lore, they're having to re-learn many of those skills that made suppressed Woman so dangerously skillful.  I suppose the feminist movement was necessary because it helped us understand.  For now we have the double benefit of having the freedom to choose and choosing not to be "free."

As for myself, being a Catholic, I have no problem being told what I ought to do and what is good for me.  But then, I believe that the so-called restraints of the patriarchy are not man-made at all, but transcend the world.

I don't think that a woman can't be focused on a single aim to forge a career.  Or that some women are best suited to that lifestyle.  I just know that in my first-hand experience with competent, thoughtful women, and for me personally, that would be sad.  It would be a kind of compromise.

I have so much to offer, so much that I'm passionate about.  God has generously equipped me.  I don't care that my ability to make a dwelling a comfortable home, or the home a place of spiritual peace and healthful stimulation, will go unappreciated by society.  And I grow weary of rationalizing my "career" preferences to that same society.  Like if I don't chose something concrete to achieve and then run it down like a fox, I'm irresponsible or somehow mis-made.  I feel, when I tell the world that I wish not to work formally for a living, a reaction akin to sexism.  If I can chose a lifestyle, God willing--and not without knowledge and acceptance of the sacrifices, as well as the blessings--in which I need not be distracted by the minutiae of the outside world, then that is what I want.  Because this is not a useless, fruitless aim.

Chesterton's logic gives me permission to embrace the scattered person I am; and he gives me comfort by telling me my efforts are not vain, nor shameful.  The domestic woman is unimpressed by the limp equality offered by a world that seeks excellence at the expense of freedom, that considers seclusion oppression and liberality narrow.  Our role model for Womanhood is a virgin and a mother--a handmaid and a queen.  And the domestic woman is the original Renaissance Man.


Thanks to Sarah of Amongst Lovely Things for hosting Weekends with Chesterton.

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Theme Thursday: Text



I really like text used as art, which is fortunate because it's a big trend right now.  That's not why I like it.  I like fonts, yes, but it goes beyond aesthetic.  I like the words to have meaning.  I'll be more drawn to a picture frame or a pillow or a Hallmark card if the words are both pretty and meaningful.  And the meaning might only be clear to me; words such as mountain, north, anathema, and cobweb.  Or phrases, such as once upon a time.

There were two versions of the wall art pictured above.  The other one said, "Home Sweet Home," and while I might have liked the art enough to purchase that one, the phrase "Always Blue Skies" spoke much more strongly to me.  It was the kind of thing I wanted to have on my wall, like a magic spell prompting drywall to dissipate into open sky.  The word "blue" paired with "skies" chases away any melancholy associated with the color.  And the word "always" is so affirming, like a promise.





When names appear in text, they declare ownership, character, and function.  Some are even protective or evocative of power.  Like the holy names.  Today happened to be the memorial of the Most Holy Name of the Blessed Virgin Mary.  Our Lady, like Our Lord, has many feast days, each to reverence a different aspect of her role and being.  Depending on the supposed Hebrew version of Mary's name, it means some combination of bitter and sea or lady (as in a royal lady or sovereign).  I don't think believe for a minute that the two interpretations are incompatible.  

"We call Mary our Lady as we call Jesus our Lord, and when we pronounce her name we affirm her power, implore her aid and place ourselves under her protection."

Happy feast day.




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Theme Thursday: Mom

f/2.8 ISO 400
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May is the month of Mary, and our Our Lady is crowned in cream-white carnations.  I feel myself retreating into this month, wanting to be in quiet and stark simplicity.  May is always a hard month like that for me, a transitional time.  I fluctuate between extreme activity and long stretches of periods of un-productivity.  I'm unsettled.  I can't rest in a design for this blog, and even my grasp on its purpose is weakening.  (So I put a bird on it.)  I haven't worked on the story in months.

My new challenge with the f/2.8 40mm lens is to get as wide an aperture as possible but also not to get fuzzy photos.  When I enlarge them enough, you can see that they're slightly blurry.  What causes that?  Anyone have any tips about how to fix it?

We're setting off to Nashville for a May wedding as well, the ceremony and celebration of the union of my oldest friend and the man fortunate enough to call her his.  I'm taking The Sorcerer's Stone with me for the long ride and also hope to get in some reading of The Great Gatsby with my sister.

Over to Clan Donaldson.

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Dogs and Gravity

I'm going to pull a Chesterton and paraphrase a thought from a source whose name I do not remember.

The idea went something like this:

It is not counter-productive for women, in feminist literature, to do bad things and sometimes even to be portrayed as morally depraved.  Adherence to traditional patriarchal mores and ethics is another way that men subjugate and oppress women.  The character who neglects or abuse her children, betrays her lovers, and harms others for the sake of herself is one who is enlightened because she is free to explore an existence outside that which is expected of her.

My thoughts upon reading this were:

What?

It is the feminist point of view that women are constricted by man-made morals?  That's like saying that dogs are forced to stay on the ground by that antiquated, fowl-favorable, man-made Law of Gravity.

Our canine friends, who are aerially challenged, get together and determine the best way to overcome this obstacle is to ignore the Law of Gravity altogether and just do what they feel like.  Far from realizing their folly, they applaud the boldest of them that launch themselves from cliffs and jump from the roofs of doghouses with reckless abandon.  True, they're injured from their defiance and sometimes even killed, but darn it, at least they showed those close-minded anti-quadrupeds what's what.  And they've explored what it means to be dogs, not just what humans say it means.

Okay, I think I squeezed every last drop of usefulness-just-dodging-ludicrous out of that metaphor!

My paraphrase probably oversimplifies the author's original intentions, but it is an interesting thought nonetheless.  It reminds me of the often-dragged-out charge against Christianity that Christians have long subjugated women because they blame Eve for the Fall (and cite Augustine, as if infalible, to prove it), but smoothly overlook that

a)  Adam was complicit; it took the two of them to ruin Paradise.  When Adam tried to put the blame solely on Eve, God didn't let him.

b)  Mary the mother of Jesus gave life to the Child who would reverse the ill effects of the Fall and rescue us "poor, banished children of Eve."  She is probably the most revered and honored single woman of all time.  That's all.

Morals aren't man-made.  They are formed by natural law, as natural as the Law of Gravity.*  They can be found etched into the heart and soul of every person regardless of religious, ethnic, and geographical background.  You could even call it conscience.  And rebelling against that law, whether man or woman, exiles.  It doesn't free.  It's as simple and as difficult as this


versus this


Since I started with him, I'll give the last word to Chesterton:
"When I finally saw what was nobler than my fate, the freest and the hardest of all my acts of freedom, it was in front of a gilded and very gaudy little image of [Mary] in the port of Brindisi, that I promised the thing that I would do, if I returned to my own land."
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*Perhaps even more so.  For natural laws of science can be suspended, which is what a miracle is.  But to suspend conscience in a human being is to rob him of that which makes him human.  And yeah, I know that there's a fundamental difference between science and philosophy.  Don't read the dog-and-gravity metaphor too literally.

Seven Quick Takes Friday: Volume 1

7 Reasons It's So Cool to Be Catholic


Yay, I'm excited to join the Seven Quick Takes phenomenon over at Conversion Diary!  This is my first "volume."

This Easter season, I want to take a look at why I am thankful and humbled to be--through the grace of God and no virtue of my own--a member of the one, holy, Catholic, and apostolic Church.

(I'd take out the "Roman."  See #4 below.)

1.  2,000 years of Unbroken Tradition*


That's right folks, the Catholic Church is the oldest surviving western teaching institution.  That beats Darwinism, Theosophy, and Mormonism combined.


2.  Michelangelo


The Catholic Church commissioned and sponsored one of the western world's most prolific artists; many of his creations are still in the possession of the Vatican.  Rather than have a monopoly on these world treasures, they are available for people of all faiths (or lack thereof) to view, study, and admire.  (It seems they've declined my suggestion to ferret people out by requiring us to present our Catholic baptismal certificates.  Just kidding, just kidding!)

3.  J.R.R. Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings


Can you imagine a world without hobbits?  You'd have to if it wasn't for this creative Catholic, whose faith was so deep-seated it formed the very foundation of his mythology and the backbone of his fantasy epic.  There is no hyperbole in saying that if Tolkien weren't Catholic, there would be no Middle Earth as we know it.

. . . I know, right?

4.  Eastern Catholic Churches

Check it.  The Syro-Malankara Church has awesome hats.

Not really down with the Latin Rite?  No problem!  There are 22 different self-governing churches besides the Roman Church within the Catholic Church herself.  And people complain we Christians are closed-minded. . . !

 5.  HHS Mandate Smack-down


Who would have seen the Catholic Church currently leading the resistance in support of religious freedom in America?



6.  The Blessed Mother

Our Lady of the Eucharist
Christ gave her to John--and by extension, us--when He was on the cross, so now she's our mother, too.  You know how an obedient orthodox Jewish son would most certainly follow the commandment to obey his mother?  What won't He grant you with her pleading your case?

7.  The Eucharist


My seventh and favorite reason for being a Catholic?  Christ nourishes us with his very Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity (see John 6).

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* Since the western calender is actually off by a few years, the Crucifixion and Resurrection didn't occur exactly in 33 A.D.--we know, we know.  I use it here for the sake of style and convenience.

Tuesdays with Mary: Ever-Virgin



You've heard of Tuesdays with Morrie, that self-help, feel-good nonfiction account of a sports reporter's last days with his dying professor (may he, through the mercy of God, rest in peace).  I read it and admit I wasn't too impressed.  It seemed to me that Morrie's trite, New Age views of life and death left a lot to be lacking.

Maybe for the religiously disinclined, Tuesdays offered some spiritual insights and an introduction to contemplative thought.  But for those of us raised on the Living Bread of the Eucharist and the milk of Mother Church, it tastes a tad stale.

I propose instead Tuesdays with Mary.

Our Blessed Mother and Holy Lady, ever eager to point us to Christ, to take us by the hand if necessary, tells us, "Do whatever He tells you."

I don't get some Christians' fervent insistence that she was known by her husband Saint Joseph and went on to bear other children after the birth of Christ.  In one book I have been reading, a character confides that she cannot imagine what a virgin woman would know of life and suffering.

The obvious answer is: she knew a great deal of suffering, for the sword in her heart at baby Jesus's presentation did not let her rest easy in the hope of a long and fulfilling life for her child.  But that is not my point today.

What fascinates me about Mary is that God made her, through His grace, accessible to all women, by allowing her to become and remain both mother and virgin.  These are (generally speaking) the two states of womanhood, and while both are precious and honored, they cannot logically exist together.

Except in Mary.

Mary is, like always, the Great Exception (excepted from sin, excepted from death).  She is the Woman of Revelations in scripture and in that role an archetype and representative of all women, but also our ideal.

So naturally, when people wonder why it is so important that Mary remains a virgin, the first reply my thoughts fly to is 

How could she be otherwise?