I’m in TWO places this week, well, three

Besides the usual train wreck at Catholic Weekend,

click Tino the Cat
click Tino the Cat

you can read my poetry at CatholicLane.com,

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click on the title to read the poem

and read about my Advent-fail at CatholicMom.com

Click on the candles to read the piece at CatholicMom.com
Click on the candles to read the piece at CatholicMom.com

Sharing a little quiet time

Went to the chapel after a visit to the doctor this morning. Check out what happened with the morning light, the sanctuary candle, and a bas relief of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. I wish I had my camera with me instead if just my phone.

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Siri, why do you hate me so?

Today’s moment of terror brought to me by Siri.

I skipped lunch to go to noon Mass at a church close to the office. It’s raining, and that means people in beautiful Atlanta turn into brainless blobs. I thought I was making a wise decision by going a back way instead of getting on the main street, which was an ok decision, but feeling a bit unsure of myself, I turned on the GPS to make sure I had the right turns.

Ah. Dear Siri. So useful. So efficient. So helpful.

Such a big, fat mouth.

I thought I had turned off the GPS and muted the phone. It turns out, I had indeed muted the phone alerts, but not the actual volume. Brilliant.

Siri announced, “You have reached your destination,” right smack in the middle of the first reading. I was there on time, so I have to wonder why she was the one that was late, but that’s not the point. You know every regular in the chapel had to turn around and look at me. The best, though, was the priest, who didn’t look too mad, just gave me the troll-face,”Really? REALLY?”

So, what lesson is in here for me on this beautiful Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception? I mean, besides turning the phone OFF?! Well, I’m thinking, it’s a lovely reminder that our heavenly mother, the Blessed Virgin Mary, is a fine GPS for us:

“Have you strayed from the path leading to heaven? Then call on Mary, for her name means ‘Star of the Sea, the North Star which guides the ships of our souls during the voyage of this life,’ and she will guide you to the harbor of eternal salvation.”
―    Louis-Marie Grignion de Montfort,    The Secret Of The Rosary

 

 

Friday High Five

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I thought I’d cheer myself up on a rainy day after a crappy week and try to find 5 high points this week. I thought it was going to be hard. It wasn’t.

1. Chocolate. In an Advent calendar. So many yummies!

2. Too many missed calls at dinner time, and finally connecting with a dear friend.

3. Watched Wreck-It Ralph. ALL the feels.

4. Got a fun package in the mail.

5. Got some fuzzy socks. Everything is better when the toes-ies are toasty.

 

 

 

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and so…Advent begins [up-dated]

Hey! Go visit the incredible Advent Wreath Link-Up event at Catholicmom.com. Clickie here.

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One of the things I’ve discovered about the empty nest is that we celebrate things — whether holidays or special events or even the daily non-celebrations — differently. Not better or worse, just — different.

I enjoy it, as one enjoys the different seasons. So this season in our lives is slower, less complicated by hustle and bustle. And, to my amusement (and no doubt my mother’s relief) a lot neater.

I don’t think I would have ever attempted to throw together the clippings from the Christmas tree into a vase, and work around some Advent candles. That’s a fire waiting to happen on that dinner table. That’s why we keep a fire extinguisher in the kitchen — you know, this propensity to have a nice quiet dinner go up in flames.

And so, we begin Advent today with joy, and hope, and a little bit of wonder and anticipation.

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a little lite rambling about Almost Human and Agents of SHIELD

It’s no secret I like science fiction. I like superhero stories, too. And fantasy, though I make no excuses for a mild dislike of Lord of the Rings. I think it’s like a million pages too long.

I know, a bunch of people just judged me and found me lacking.

Anyway, what Tolkien gets right (among other things — I know the work, I just don’t like it) is the authenticity of the relationships. The characters are likable and believable, and their actions are plausible in my world of suspension of disbelief.

I’m not necessarily drawn by special effects or explosions or cool gadgetry, though it’s entertaining enough. I like good strong characters, the more flawed, the more human, the better.

Which is why I mourned the cancelation of Firefly, stood by X-Files after the sixth season, stuck with Star Trek and all the iterations, including Voyager, when the less popular Deep Space Nine was better. It’s why I stood in line to watch a midnight showing of X-Men, forgave George Lucas for crappy writing, and hope for a reconciliation in the cinema world so Spider-Man can return to the Avengers.

It’s why I’m loving Agents of SHIELD even though many are complaining that none of the heroes show up. Well, consider this, the real stories are not the super heroes, but the regular heroes…the folks who have no super powers except those qualities such as sacrifice and love of neighbor that have them respond heroically. And by the way, the show is about Coulson, and his “humanity.” Is he now a cyborg or what? I’m enjoying the hints about his death and resurrection after the battle of New York. Give it a few more episodes, Father Roderick, I think you’ll learn to love the series enough to explore its Secrets [wink].

Which brings me to Almost Human. I’m loving it after only three episodes, partly because of the concept and mostly because of the developing relationship between Detective John Kennex, and his cyborg partner Dorian. Dorian is almost human in his response to things. It’s making for some hilarious exchanges. It’s a tired old trope in science fiction, but I think people return to the idea of computers with artificial intelligence and the development of robots with emerging human qualities to be an interesting way to explore the human condition.

We’re quick to assume that the real exploration takes place in the robot’s development of human qualities, but I think it’s the opposite, that the robot serves as a foil for the human to explores his own humanity. I saw an inkling in this as John Kennex and Dorian begin to bond after the first episode, and Kennex, especially, demonstrates an unwillingness to trust, and in many respects, a rejection of life because of depression after losing his partner. By the third episode, in which Dorian risks his “life” to save human hostages, Dorian’s regret at being close to destruction elicits empathy from Kennex, who observes the end of life is, indeed, tragic.

It flirts a little with the idea that all life precious. Whether or not Kennex attributes this appreciation for Dorian’s consciousness which does not have a soul, in a reflective moment, he begins his own healing. Coulson has a similar revelation in Agents of SHIELD when he risks his life to stay with a man until the very last minute so he does not die alone. There’s great humanity in that.

I look forward to both series unfolding and hope I’m not disappointed in the themes that develop.

the gold finally got here!

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A few days ago I was whining about the leaves not changing fast enough for my liking. It’s been an exercise in patience, for sure. Sometimes, okay, often I am impatient, wanting things immediately, like a little child. Lucky for me my friend, St. Teresa of Avila, reminds me that I need to trust God in all things, even in adversity, even when things aren’t going on the timeline that I want.

Let nothing trouble you / Let nothing frighten you
Everything passes / God never changes
Patience / Obtains all
Whoever has God / Wants for nothing
God alone is enough.

in which Twitter inspires a poem

Heaven smells like
brown sugar and cinnamon,
Don’t you think?

And if it doesn’t,
what then?

It must smell like
fresh rain, then.
Or my grandmas’s kitchen
on a Saturday afternoon.

It could smell like a baby
after a warm bath,
part soap,
part lotion,
part angel.

Or firewood
on a cold night.

Salty air
at the beach.

A field of wildflowers
on a breezy day.

Heaven, I think,
will smell like home.