Well, I'm vacillating between two places of sharing online. One has mostly pics of family and home life, mainly from before I became Catholic. This one I took more of a home life only, no pics of family, type way. Fully Catholic, my faith is so integral to everything I do now, it seems almost impossible to separate it from anything. I want to integrate all the sharing together somehow, but haven't decided just exactly what to do.
But I'm much kinder to myself now, and happier with ambiguity: I don't have to have everything figured out at once. I can prayerfully continue, even both at the same time, to some degree, and work my way towards what everything needs to become. It takes time to become.
The husband and I went on a 'hot date' to a store which we had never gone to before: The Container Store. I, of course, felt like I was in a candy store.
|I just love these colored boxes! No idea what I would do with them, but I love them!|
I have to admit, the massive amount of input from the variety, number and color of things was mind-blowing. We managed to escape, our wallet unscathed, and sought refuge at the IKEA down the street. The ocean of people there on the weekend was overwhelming, so we left quickly.
After having lived in a small towns for the last 12 years, the diversity and abundance here in Dallas has been mind-boggling. I adjusted to the faster driving pace, but my husband is now terrified to be a passenger in the car. I'll be the first to admit my driving is crazy.
The kitteh is so funny! His favorite place is the top of the stairs! He waits for us to come home, then follows us to the couch. I think this may be the warmest place in the house, or at least the place least inhabited by humans. We're still trying to figure out why he likes this area so much.
This is my office corner. I consider it the command center as well since I keep up with all the paperwork here.
I've been using my Sundays as home decorating day, since I have carried my undergraduate tradition of studying like mad every day except Sunday into my life as a newly-minted graduate student.
Home decorating, along with ironing, is very relaxing to me, so I figured they would make good on the day of rest. Now if only I could figure out a way to stop cooking on Sunday. I feel overwhelmed by the planning of it all.
The very 'real' ironing corner, ready to go tomorrow. The roses on the wall were painted by my Grandmother who I haven't seen in a while. I haven't talked to her in about a week, which is unusual for us.
My personal prayer corner. You can see the drawers, which are very handy for storing my prayer books and beads. My little chest has been broken for a while, and I just made a quick repair with some glue. The drawers were out while it was drying.
I don't remember if I had made a post on the master bedroom at the last place, but I scaled back quite a bit with all the decorating. I've been attempting to slowly bring my life into focus, and ridding myself of unnecessary items that come between me and my heart's desire.
It's slow going. It's amazing what a sticky clinging things seem to have, and the pain in parting is rather daunting. Especially if it's one of those things that have some sort of memory attached. I'm using various techniques, but the easiest one for me is to simply give whatever 'priceless' thing it is away to a reputable charity that will sell it and truly help the poor.
The process of photographing, pricing, listing etc. (on some things) simply bogs me down in a morass of indecision. For some items it is a necessary pain, and helps quite a bit in letting go. But for other items, the pain involved outweighs the potential reward.
I recommend Fr. Dubay's Blessed are You Poor. It has been essential in helping me to find the simplicity of my youth. I feel like so much of life is unlearning, retracing and finding the truth again, for the first time.
I also finally got the home altar set up in the dining area. I had initially thought I would put it in the master bedroom, but I had no peace within until it was once again in the dining area. It just wasn't right in the bedroom.
I have been enjoying my time in Texas!! I am so thrilled to be a part of the new parish. I signed up for Faith Formation right away, and I'll be a helper in both my children's age groups, as well as participating in two women's groups.
I feel as if Indiana was the desert I was sent to right after my reconciliation with Roman Catholicism, and now it is time to serve. I don't know how I know this, it just seems to be the way it is. It is possible I am wrong. Time will tell.
It will be very strange to be at a parish where the priest will probably never know who you are, especially after the last two places where I knew both Friars. 5900 hundred families! At one parish! Mind blowing. I've probably said that a few times in this post. I just now figured out who the 'lead priest' actually is. It's taken me a month to do so.
Here is a close up of the tiny Pieta on the altar, with the sword to pierce the heart of the Blessed Mother. It's actually a letter opener.
I had not thought through about what special devotion I would undertake this month. Last month I prayed intermittently the Litany of the Precious Blood, which is incredibly beautiful and I recommend it to all.
This month I think I will return to the Seven Sorrows Rosary. I experienced a profound healing of the pain associated with the loss of my pre-birth children through this devotion, and I am confident the Blessed Mother has many more graces from the hand of her Son for me.
"Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” Hebrews 4:16
I feel like I have so much more to share, but must close. Perhaps tomorrow there will be time for another post.