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oh you’re not kidding
5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.
But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.
One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.
Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.
For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.
But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.
Happy.
It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.
Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.
It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.
A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.
5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.
It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.
Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.
I’m a Rescue.
She gave me a Home.
And, so, I gave her a Family.
It seemed fair
This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.
don’t give up yet, ok?
It could get good, even.
Why do pro-choice/progressive/radical feminists turn children into an enemy?
^Women post things like this, propositioning childbearing as an inherent flaw and challenge to women's liberation. They claim that it's either women OR children who are deserving of respect, recognition, and protection. They never stop to ask why it is never both who are worthy of it.
The result of such a limited and bigoted mindset is overwhelmingly deplorable. The child, especially before birth, is a hinderance to tolerate at best, even if the child is wanted and chosen. The woman puts up with their existence for the sake of practicality or sentimentality. At worst, children are the problem that leads to more overt forms of patriarchal oppression.
In their eyes, either the woman is destined for great things, or she must give it up entirely to give the great things to the child. Abortion then is used as an equalizer to "protect" women from the evils that would befall them as caused by children.
But what if abortion was never about liberation from oppression, but acceptance of it?
Have you forgotten that proto-feminism and first wave feminism were created and sustained by mothers? Why is it that since the second wave of modern feminism, mothers have been left behind? Abortion was legalized well before maternity leave was enforced. Birth control with horrendous side effects were forced as the only option for avoiding pregnancy, before marital rape was outlawed. Obstetric violence was accepted as the norm by childfree women who fearmonger about birth, at the expense of normalizing midwifery led care and birth justice. Why do "progressive" feminists and red pillers both see women as inferior for their childbearing potential and status? They say the same thing, just with different words and different arguments. Either a woman is liberated/too loose, or she is shackled/dutifully impregnated.
The Madonna/Whore complex is gone, and now replaced by something far more sinister: The Slave Mother/Free Woman complex. It relies on the killing of innocent children for an evil world that they had no part in creating, and on the enslavement of childbearing women who are seen as inferior for daring to utilize their non-male biology.
You cannot expect liberation for women OR children so long as you allow oppressors to pit them against each other. I was not my mother's enemy before, during, and after birth. Neither are you. If you want to know your enemy, look at the ones who immediately open handcuffs for the woman who becomes pregnant, and mocks anyone who says they shouldn't.
So long as children have to die through abortion, infant exposure, child abuse, and trafficking as linked to women's oppression, then we will continue to see women continually shackled by their own biology, by THEIR own offspring. We will continue to see the wage gap for mothers, continue to see birthing women die from medical negligence, continue to watch women be coerced into abortions they didn't want by their community, we will continue to watch as women and children are isolated from society, culture, and political influence.
Only one group benefits from this unnatural system of subjugation, and the children never had a say in that system's formation. YOU know EXACTLY who benefits from this oppression.
My "reply" to the art above is this: Both mother and child were always destined for greatness. The people who deny this equity are the ones who want you browbeaten into subjugation.
And I know damn well feminists can do better than that.
Saint Charles Lwanga and Saint Kizito
1860-1886
Feastday: June 3
Patronage: youth, converts, torture victims, Catholic action
Saint Charles Lwanga is one of the martyrs of Uganda, killed during King Mwanga’s reign. In 1879, the White Fathers (Society of Missionaries of Africa) welcomed by Mwanga’s father, came and started to evangelize Uganda. Mwanga, violent and a pedophile, came to power in 1884. He hated the Christians of the court, especially because they kept the royal pages away from his advances. St. Charles was the page’s guide, instructing them about the faith. When they would not renounce the faith, Mwanga ordered them to be executed. 13 Catholics and 11 Anglicans were martyred. They said, “You can burn our bodies but you cannot harm our souls.”
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase. (website)
Still wrapping my head around the fact the phrase "Hold Your Horses" is a play on the word Stable...
To be stable.
obsessed w how none of these are the real origin of the phrase
From the false security that I have what it takes...
Deliver me, Jesus.
bats swimming
God's well aware that I'm not his strongest soldier and he's not giving me his toughest battles, but I won't lie the battles I am getting are kicking my ass
Talavera inspired Conchas
Photo: Gloria Ruiz
Mexican treats-inspired cake pops
Saint Kevin of Glendalough
498 - 618
Feast day: June 3
Patronage: blackbirds, Glendalough, Ireland
St. Kevin, also known as Coemgen in Ireland, lived with monks from age 12. After being ordained he came to live a hermit’s life in Glendalough Ireland (meaning glen of two lakes). There are many stories of his connection with animals, a blackbird is even said to have made a nest in his prayerfully outstretched hands. St. Kevin eventually left his life of solitude to build a monastery and teach the people of Ireland about God. His life is surrounded by many extravagant miracles.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase. (website)
Saint Clotilde
474-545
Feast Day: June 3
Patronage: brides, adopted children, parents, exiles, widows, skin disease
Saint Clotilde was married to King Clovis who ruled the Franks and was instrumental in the King's conversion. She is credited with bringing Christianity to Europe. Queen Clotilde was known for her charitable and penitential works of mercy. After Clovis’ death she retired to the Abbey of St. Martin of Tours and died of natural causes.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase. (website)
Reason to Live #14120
that feeling of waking up and taking a shower/bath while listening to music you love and putting on a comfy outfit and it's sunny and warm outside. And then you dance around your place and make breakfast and paint your nails and flip through magazines, and hang out with the people who make you happy; and watch romance movies and eat your favorite snack and lay around and have a peaceful day full of happiness and good food. Good people and good moments that will become some of your favorite memories!
– Guest Submission
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Crucifixion With Mary Magdalene Kneeling And Weeping by Francesco Hayez, 1827
Brera Academy of Fine Arts, Milan
How you respond
Most of us aren’t in control of how we feel about – well – pretty much anything.
Our feelings just sort of happen.
That’s why the Church makes no moral judgments about feelings.
What you and I are in control of is what we do with our feelings.
How we respond to the way something makes us feel? That is something we can control – if we choose to.
But most of us (myself included) get so caught up in reacting to how we feel that we don’t realize that we even have a choice.
We let our feelings push us around. And how we respond? Just sort of happens.
Which means that our responses are all over the place.
Sometimes they’re a disaster. And even when they don’t make things worse, they’re almost always not as good as they could have been.
And that’s a stark contrast to what we see in today’s Gospel.
The Pharisees and Herodians are asking Jesus loaded questions like, “is it right to pay the imperial tax to Caesar or not?”
They’re trying to set Jesus up, to either lose His support among the Jews. Or to have Rome put a price on His head.
What Jesus does next is a master class in how to respond.
Not that what they’re doing doesn’t impact Jesus. You can tell that it’s getting to Him. Jesus even lets it slip saying, “Why are you testing me?”
But instead of going off on them. Instead of letting His feelings dictate His reaction, Jesus breaks the momentum.
Jesus pauses, steps back from the moment, seeks God’s perspective.
Then responds from a place of peace and power – with a question to His questioners.
And when they answer His question, He shuts them down with His response.
That’s the formula.
Instead of letting our feelings dictate our reaction, break the momentum.
Pause, step back from the moment, seek God’s perspective.
Give the Holy Spirit a chance to clear out the clutter of our unthinking reactions.
Then choose to respond from a place of peace and power.
It’s something that God will help any of us to do.
All we have to do is choose.
Today’s Readings