Showing posts with label interests. Show all posts
Showing posts with label interests. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

When a "Yes" forces a "No"

Often, when we say yes to this, it means we have to say no to that. Some of these choices are no big deal, like saying yes to vanilla ice cream, which means I have to say no to the chocolate, but this isn't a huge decision fundamental to myself as a person. I am thinking of one of these yeses, which if said could lead to a beautiful life, one I might think I even want. However, this yes leads to a really big no, one I am not sure I want to utter.

Since I was 19 or 20, so June of 2000 or 2001, I have felt some compulsion to religious life, at that point, very reluctantly at the insistence of Fr. Drew. I was sitting next to him the first night of the Steubenville South conference, and every time he saw a sister, he would nudge me and say that it was me, adding to this calling me Sr. Susan every time he saw me for months after until I finally insisted that he stop because it really really bothered me, and at this point the thought of being a religious sister was so insane to me, it bordered on making me physically ill. Fast forward a few months, and I am met by a professor and a guy who at the time was a good friend making jokes involving Susan and a Habit . . . around the time that this same professor joked that I had an irrational fear of nuns, which at the time was very true. So I told the professor, that the jokes about me and being a nun really bothered me because whenever I thought about it, I wanted to vomit. No lie it made me queasy and not in a good way. To which he told me that God would not call me to something that made me physically ill.

Fast forward to June of 2002, and I go on a study abroad in Italy with Sr. Miller, where in Assisi we meet and spend time with some other sisters from her order, the Franciscan Sisters of the Eucharist. After spending time with them, and becoming acquainted with religious sisters in a real way for pretty much the first time in my life, I told one of them who I felt particularly close to, that after spending time with her, that while I still had that door closed and locked, I was at least willing to touch the doorknob, but nothing much more came of that until years later.

In September 2006 I attended Bayou Awakening and after a talk about discernment, I felt that tug again, but this time in a less reluctant, more open way. And I really felt that I would spend that summer visiting orders and seeing if I wanted to join one. But I also met someone, and we started dating, and the way things go, that summer I was planning a wedding rather than researching orders. Long story short, a divorce and declaration of nullity followed, and the thought of religious life remained vanquished from my head because I felt and still somewhat do that I want nothing more out of life than to be a wife and mother. And someone asked me a few months following the divorce about religious life and I said no.

Something changed in this past year, following my break-up with someone I was with for almost 2 years and really thought I would marry, and once again this idea of religious life came back. Still reluctant to it and totally unwilling, but I opened myself up about it to a few people and met negativity from pretty much only one person, who's opinion is mostly meaningless to me anyway, but felt encouragement from several of my friends, especially 2 Jesuits in particular. But I largely put this out of my head, and went on my way, but toward the end of last semester, something changed in my heart, and I felt the call louder than before, and I struggled about whether or not to send an email to the order. I put it off for quite some time until once again, talking to Fr. Drew, I told him I was thinking about it again, and he told me that if I knew what order I had thought about it enough to see what was going on and that I should take advantage of being so close to the mother house. But I told him it was scary and that made it too real, but he said because I had it that thought out it was already pretty real.

Which leads to this past month, when I emailed the order, had a conversation with a sister on the phone, and rearranged my spring break flights so I can go visit for their vocations weekend. And when I told one of those first 2 Jesuits I mentioned that I actually talked to the order and was going to visit, he was shocked that I actually did something because I had spoken to him about it several times over the course of a year.

So I am trying to see what it is I should say yes to, trying to make the Blessed Mother's words my own: Be it done as you have said, I am the handmaid of the Lord. But it is scary and I am nervous, and I am reluctant to shut the door on the possibility of marriage and a family of my own.

So I ask for prayer that I can figure out which is the yes and which is the subsequent no.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

A Month of Thanks: Day 3

Today and today only, I am thankful for the time change and getting 10 hours of sleep. I guess really I am thankful for sleep. There is nothing more refreshing than much needed sleep. The refreshment is most welcome after a stressful fortnight, and feeling overwhelmed I am now actually feeling peaceful. I feel like I can make the decision about whether or not to defer my applications to PhD programs.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Thinking about "Marriage"

Just throwing this out there because it seems to be the topic of the hour/day/week/month, and I am sure my view will offend someone. I really never intended to express my opinion on this, but really I feel compelled to at this point in time.

I believe in traditional marriage, one man and one woman, until death, from a religious standpoint.  

God ordained religious marriage as such, see Genesis 1-3 and Matthew 19 when Jesus references back to that in speaking of Marriage.  I know several other places in the Old Law (Leviticus and Deuteronomy) say some other varying things about Marriage, but Jesus told us himself that he came to fulfill the Law and the Prophets, by which, those are no longer rules we are supposed to follow.  We are now to follow Jesus's Commandments, which sum up the whole Law and the Prophets, Love God and Love your neighbor as yourself.  Now this requires a proper understanding of love and persons (I suggest reading Love and Responsibility, or the Theology of the Body, or something by Christopher West to get what I mean, I am not expounding on that now).

However, as a woman who has been married in the Catholic Church and subsequently gone through a divorce (which is only civil), and the annulment process in the Church, I can say that while there was one ceremony that made both the religious and civil bond of marriage, the two were very different.  The civil dimension of my marriage was easily dissolved, just a few signatures on a paper and it's done.  The process of getting my Declaration of Nullity was entirely different.  This is how I realize the difference between these two kinds of marriage.

Having said that, my views on marriage are as follows: as far as a civil marriage is concerned, I don't really care who marries who, as long as it is two human beings be it a man and woman, man and man, or woman and woman.  We live in a country were we each have certain rights and speaking from a civil aspect they should be the same for all people regardless of sexual orientations, race, or creed.  Because we stand up for religious freedom in this country, sometimes that requires us to stand up and support other people's right to believe something to which we are apposed. 

We need to remember we are called to love the sinner and hate the sin, we do not live in a Christian Theocracy.  The first amendment does not only protect religious freedom for those with a Jude-Christian belief system, but all religions, including the right not to have one. That being said, I do not believe religious institutions who oppose same sex unions should be forced to perform ceremonies to bring them about.

The way I see it, especially as a Catholic, religious marriage and civil marriage are two different entities.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Day 7 - The Day the Music Died

Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you


I've thought a lot about this the past few hours, trying to decide if I wanted a positive or negative impact, and which person I should choose, and if I choose someone who is that going to offend.  That is a lot of pressure for a blog post.  So I am taking the easy way out and choosing something to write about.  If you know me, the object of my choice probably won't come as a surprise.  So without further ado, I give you the thing that has most impacted my life . . . . 



For those that don't get the picture, music.  I am pretty sure music has always been a part of my life. One of my earliest memories of music is from sometime during second grade.  For whatever reason, one night, I was allowed to sleep in the family room, and in the morning, I was woken up by someone, probably Dad, blasting "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen on the stereo.  What a way to wake up.

I remember music classes in elementary school, they were mostly singing, but in first grade I learned to play violin, but I didn't play the whole year.  I remember being kind of good.  I am not sure if I actually was or not.  Then I was in the school choir in fourth and fifth grade.  In sixth grade, I played the flute, I sucked, but mostly because I never practiced.  Then I just kind of experienced music for a while.  I didn't really play or make any most of the time.  

In high school, our church started their youth Mass, which eventually became Life Teen, so I joined that when I was a junior, and I have been singing at St Laurence ever since.  The one year I was at SFA, I spent my first semester as a music major, that was hard. I had no formal training, and I couldn't really sight read, so I was lost, plus it wasn't what I really wanted to do, so I quit, but my favorite class at SFA was choir.  The worst was the seminar part of our voice lessons, they called it Studio, so all of a particular voice teachers students belonged to his studio, and once a week we had to sing for them.  That wasn't the worst part, the worst part was what we called Big Studio, all the vocal majors in the large music hall, and the "final" for your voice lesson was that you had to sing at least once at Big Studio.  Doesn't seem like that should be a problem, but that was my most terrifying experience ever.  All of those people thought they themselves were the reason singing existed, that they were God's gift to music.  I am not sure I have ever felt so vulnerable or exposed, but I made it through and my voice teacher complimented me on how my singing surprised him.  He was a jerk and that was my first compliment from him ever at the end of the semester.  I am pretty sure he expected me to tank.

Anyway, I left SFA and started at UST, but I didn't join the choir because I really couldn't afford to spend that much money for the tuition to take the course.  So I just went back to the Life Teen Group at St Laurence, which I still sang with if I happened to be in town on Sunday night.  December of 2000, the "traditional" choir was going to do a concert of the Messiah, and Mary invited all the choirs to join if they wanted to.  I loved the Messiah, I'd learned it the previous year, and so I went to sing it with them.  I was the only one from another choir to go.  I loved it, and several people in that choir asked me a few times to come sing with them.  Which I did, in January 2001, so I have been in that group for 10 years.

I first realized how much music meant to me in 2006, when I was put on vocal rest for 3 months.  I got sick, and then I noticed for a few weeks after that my throat was irritated, and my voice wasn't right.  So I went to the doctor and he put me on 2 weeks voice rest and told me to come back.  It didn't help.  So I had to do more voice rest, and go to an ENT that specialized in the vocal chords.  He's one of the best there is for and has treated many famous singers.  So he did Microlaryngoscopy which means he stuck a camera down my throat and took a video of me singing and speaking.  Turned out I had prenodes on my vocal chords, which meant more voice rest.  He told me I couldn't sing for another month, and then we'd see what the next step would be.  

This was when I realized how much I loved music because I would go to Mass and sit in the congregation and not be allowed to sing with everyone.  I had to stop going to Life Teen Mass during that time, it was too hard not to sing, and even at the morning Mass I went to, it was hard not to sing.  I realized how big a part of my worship singing was and how deprived I felt without it.  I remember one Sunday after Mass, probably around Thanksgiving, I was talking (sort of, I was on voice rest) with Mary, and I started to cry because I didn't think I'd be OK to sing for Christmas. 

I am realizing more and more after this, just how much music means to me.  People say music is my life or music is life, but I don't think that adequately explains it.




Saturday, January 29, 2011

Day 6 - Nanananananananana Batman!

Day 06- Favorite super hero and why


First of all, I have to crack up at the way Google spell-checker wanted to auto-correct Nanananananananana (Antananarivo, Nananne, Tananarive, and Satyanarayanan - I don't know what any of those words mean), craziness!


Anyway, on to todays challenge.  Admittedly, I know very little of Superheroes, if I did know stuff I might choose someone different.  But I am going with Batman, because I watched the 1989 version of Batman, with Michael Keaton, at least everyday for the better part of a year, when I was like maybe 10.  


Why do I like Batman?  Because Batman is just a regular dude, he doesn't really have "super" powers, he has awesome toys, but he is still really really kick ass (and usually played by hot actors, Val Kilmer, oh yeah).  He wasn't bitten by a radioactive spider or have his home planet blown up.  He's just a guy who experienced injustice first hand and wanted to counteract it. So I love Batman because he is a regular guy who is noble, and loves justice.  Seriously qualities I can get behind.  Plus you know, he could totally take you out for a night on the town in one of the vest cars ever, who doesn't want to joyride in the Batmobile? 


Side note about Superman though, Clark Kent, yum!  I was out one night with a friend, we were at Poison Girl, a hole in the wall hipster bar in the Montrose, and this tall guy with dark brown hair in pseudo-spikes (Edward Cullenish, messy but intentional) walked in wearing square-frame glasses, a white scarf, and a pea-coat with the collar popped, and the only words out of my mouth, to my friend of course, were "I just died and went to nerd heaven."  The guy totally had a Clark Kent vibe to him, and if I was the type to ever follow through with some of my more daring thoughts and ideas, I might have gone up to him and said something like, "do you wanna be my superman." (Yeah I know, I have the market cornered on coming up with cheesy pick-up lines, and falling for them as well, but maybe, that is another blog post for another day, or maybe if the world gets lucky, later today.)


Back to your regularly scheduled blog post, you know, Batman!  The first time I staffed Awakening I was a small group leader.  We had to come up with a name for our group, that somehow related to the theme, We Are Called.  The guy I was pared up with to lead the group for the weekend, I have know through my parish for a really long time, we more or less grew up at church together.  Anyway, going over possible names, we had both thought Batman when we thought of a name immediately, so there we were.  This is why I chose Batman more for those BYA9 memories than anything else.  We did old school Batman though, like the Adam West version.  So our group theme was sort of "Holy Rosary, Batman!"  Hahaha awesome.  

Friday, January 28, 2011

Day 5- Roman Holiday

Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to




First off, let me just say that dangling preposition up there, driving me crazy, but I merely cut and pasted that, I didn't write it.  Anyway, I titled this Roman Holiday, like the movie, but it was really an Italian holiday.  In June 2002, the Catholic Studies Program at UST started it's Study Abroad program, 4 weeks in Italy, I couldn't resist. Especially since I have never really traveled out of the country, Canada doesn't really count, especially since it was only Niagara Falls, it was barely going out of the country.  So I spent the entire month of June in Italy, 4 days in Assisi, 4 days in Florence, and 3 weeks in Rome, sigh Roma Amor.


Now, unfortunately, I don't have a scanner, and I have very few pictures of this trip scanned, so I fif what any other nerdy girl would do, and I took pictures of my pictures, that's why they suck, but hey, it's better than nothing.  So with out much more further ado, I give you not just one, but several pictures of places I've been.



This is me and a fountain in Assisi.  Weird thing is this is the thinnest I have ever been, and I totally thought I was fat cause I was not a size 2.


This picture doesn't show it well, but this is the Valley below Assisi.


Rubbing St Peter's foot for a blessing.  And yes, my hair was that ridiculous color, so glad that's gone.

Pretty sure that is Santa Chiarra (St Clare's)

This is me and Carlo, he was the first real Italian I met.

This is at St Francis' Hermitage.

In Pisa!

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This is me with one of the bells at the top of the Leaning Tour of Pisa.

In Pompeii.

On the balcony of the Papal Palace, that is of course St Peter's in the background.  Look at those crazy pants, they were my favorites. :)

JP2 we love your, this one the second time we saw him, and no I was not really that close, that is with a 300mm zoom lens.

St Peter's

This is the courtyard at San Damiano in Assisi, this is where St Clare lived.

Swiss Guard

This is the Porta Santa Anna, St Anne's Gate, the main entrance into the Vatican City.

So there you have it, a smattering of bad pictures of pictures from Italy.  It was an awesome trip. :)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

I am such a fanatic . . .

That being said, 15 days!

So last night, I was at the mall (gross) looking for sparkly, dressy Christmas clothes (worse).  As I was going through the mall, finding nothing, and dying a little because it smelled like chocolate chip cookies and I was hungry, I passed Hot Topic, and on the window was a HUGE ad for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I, and I stopped walking, and stopped breathing at the sight of it, for a moment, then I was like "Hey Susan, Breathe." Not to mention, the theme started playing in my head.

I came late to the Harry Potter Party, but I jumped in head first with both feet.  I only watched the movies at first, through the Goblet of Fire.  But when I was teaching summer school one summer, I picked up Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, and my love affair with the books began.  I've read them all multiple times and while I love the movies, and own them all, they hardly compare to the books.  I am currently re-reading them, hoping to finish before the movie comes out.  I am in the middle of Order of the Phoenix, not sure I am going to make it. Anyway, I like the books better because they flow better than the movies, and make more sense.  The movies leave too much out and do stuff out of order. It makes me sad, plus the original Dumbledore in the movies was the shit, I know he died, but the current Dumbledore is not the spitting image of what pops into my head when reading the books, it's the first one.  Alan Rickman as Snape, is right on the money though.

I am so ready for November 19th, I have a date with 7 Potters!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Stuff I Love

Here is a smattering of things I love, in no particular order. :)

Augie:

Arrg I'm a pirate! Cheese is my Booty!
Singing
Music in general
The Beach
This is Disney's Castaway Cay! I wanted to live there.
Food
Chocolate SoufflĂ©, yummy!
The color pink
Lists
Glee
Photography
Crafty things
An Advent wreath I made. It hold voltive candles or tea lights.
A blanket I crocheted for a friend's baby.
A scarf for my youngest niece.
A scarf for my oldest niece, with her name on it! and in the top left corner,
is one of the Gryffindor scarves I made for my ex-sisters-in-law.

These are just a few of my favorite things