Saint Joseph

Ordinarily one does not hear much about the life of Saint Joseph. Yesterday, I watch a DVD which is one of my favorite Christmas Movies, "the nativity story." I'm not saying that I agree with all that transpired in the move, like the scene where Joseph actually delivers Jesus, while the bright star provided the light, in a Bethlehem cave.

Joseph can be said to be an heroic figure throughout it's presentation standing by Mary--not accusing her, as that could have dramatically changed the outcome. Clearly, his peers were not in agreement, as in one scene, a rock was placed in his hand to hurl at his betrothed. He, instead, drank the cup of kindness, and endured the jeering and repulsed stares, keeping Mary under his protection.

Courageously, he travelled with Mary, who was with child, showing him to have great strength and fortitude, all the while perplexed.  Another scene shows a weakened donkey who is unable to transport its passenger and enters into a slide down a cliff of sand. Joseph, knowing the food is limited and the importance of keeping his animal strong, shared his bread with the dumb beast, unknowingly by Mary.

The beginning of the movie shows Mary's displeasure at having become betrothed to Joseph, saying that she did not "love" him. A couple of scenes later, Mary washes Joseph's feet, which appear cut and burnt, showing a change of the disposition of the heart. Perhaps, this was an attempt to show that someone can "find love" even in an arranged marriage.

Finally, Joseph is seen leading Mary and Jesus away to safety, during the night, at the hearing from an angel of danger, to Egypt. Provisions are made for Mary and Jesus by Joseph, who did his job at keeping our saviour safe.

Today, I ponder at what would be our fate if Joseph had said "no" to God. We all must answer the call.  I think being protective is naturally imbred in both sexes, but it is one of Josephs biggest traits.

Just last week, little Ryan, reminded me that he holds my hand so I won't be scared of the bus. Yet, all the while, I was holding his hand for the same reason.

It is a story about love, pure and simple, one I highly recommend.

No Two Are Alike

One of the gifts that our creator gives to us is our individualism. None of us, although many, are not exactly alike. Differences are good, and if they were not, we would not have been created this way. Uniqueness is special. Yesterday, we continued on our path of getting prepared for Christmas. And, because we had both boys to care for, we decided to create our own unique gingerbread house. The candy of course, had to be handpicked due to the nut sensitivity of both boys. Although the recipe called for egg whites and cream of tartar, we skipped those two ingredients, because we will eat the candy tonight and for the next twelve days for as long as it lasts. Instead, I purchased the ready-made frosting in the tube. It worked out just fine without the worry of salmonella poisoning.

The grandsons are seven going on eleven, and three years old. One is definitely an engineer and we knew he'd only be interested in it's construction and planning. The other loved doing the actual art work and design. The house was actually put together the night before in order that it would be sufficiently jelled. The remaining work took most of the morning to complete. The oldest, planned out where the road, fence line, and green cone shapped trees would be. It also had to have a natural pond. The little one wanted a snowman.

We set the house on the left side, making plenty of room for the snow, driveway, fencing and water. The fence surrounded the entire house. Nate, made the road out of rice krispies. The water was made from blue icing, with waves running through it. The aluminum covered tray was decorated with white icing for snow, except where the driveway ran along side the house. The fence was held up by large white marshmallow which supported the inserted, large pretzel sticks. On each of the joints was a pretzel shaped tree. There are two large stars on the roof of the house on each end. Two large bells grace the front of the house as yard decorations.

The youngest, Ryan, placed with precision vivid colored candy, gum drops and cereal all over the house. He was a stickler for detail, like that on the box, right down to the doorknob. When it came to the marshmallow snowman, he broke pretzels and inserted them in for the arms. I could not believe the level of talent that he displayed at three.

Somewhat of a perfectionist, he showed great concern for spacing, and color design as well as finding the right candy for the area that he was working on. Ryan, did all this standing on his foot stool while going around the round table. Meanwhile, Nate was off watching television about "weather." He has a more scientific mind.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of mess to clean up as Ryan was very careful, especially with his sleeves. I'm still at awe at his creative ability.

Later, we took the kids to their Christmas party, where we knew Santa would be making an appearance. Nate, from the beginning has been dreaming of all the toys he wants. We hear about them all the time. Yet, Ryan does know that Santa will be bringing him some as he is a good boy, but doesn't talk about the toys he wants. In fact, before we left, we knew he wanted nothing to do with Santa.

While at the party, Nate was having a ball playing with the other kids, while Rye was busy in his kitchen preparing food for the guests. He did not eat while everyone else snacked on pizza and other goodies. Nate, upon seeing his mother arrive from Boston, said "what are you doing here?" I thought it was a strange question, since many of the other parents were present. Poor Angie, and for all she does for those boys, too. Ryan, on the other hand, was glad to see his mommy. He had spent the entire time bringing his make believe delights to those in attendance at the party. Now, he would be held by mommy, as Santa had arrived. Santa is a stranger. Although every other kid sat on his lap and was given a toy, it did not appeal to Rye. I offered a few solutions, but apparently not this year.

It is rare for us to see Rye display such shyness as he is never like that when with us, his grandparents. At one point, while he distributed ice cream cones to attendees, a boy took away the holder and cones from him. He did not argue the point, walking away. He just let them go and displayed a look of hurt. The father of the other boy saw it, and asked him to given them back to Ryan. Sensitive, loving and caring Ryan, yet tough and strong. He can never do enough to help us.

Later, when my husband John and I were in discussion about the party, he said that "Ryan was a good boy." Maybe someday he'll own a restaurant or perhaps be a chef. Who knows what the future will bring. One thing I've noticed about Ryan is that he always shows concern for others. We could all learn a thing or two from him.

Often during the day, Ryan tells me that "he is a good man." We don't know where he got this as it is an unusual comment from a three-year-old. His comments reflect his sweetness. Yet, he likes hockey, and wants to tackle grandma all the time. We know he can take care of himself, he's fearless.

I can't wait for both of them to see their gifts tonight. We try to give them what we think they'll like. They are both so precious and so different, and they are so special.

There is but one King

The wise travellers never returned back to King Herod because there can be but one King, and when they witnessed Jesus born of a young mother Mary in a humbling cave, they knew there was no other. Their journey completed, they worshiped Him. They found what they came for.

King Herod was so obsessed and troubled with the idea that another King would replace him, that he upon the hearing, ordered the killing of Jewish boys, two years and under, as the prophet foretold. Herod, determined the time from the wise men, who both deceived and made him exceedingly angry, as, Herod expected them to return with the news. How could Herod have known, that like Joseph, the three wise men were divinely warned in a dream not to return to Herod, so they departed for their own country, another way.

The mothers of the children of Bethlehem weep for the slaughter of their children as the Lord would be led away to safety--forewarned by an angel in a dream to Joseph, to take Mary and the child, as Herod, would seek to destroy Him. Jesus would be returned from his exile in Egypt after the death of King Herod.

Jeremiah the prophet foretold of Rachel, wife of Jacob, who was weeping in her tomb at the event of the killing of her children, the Holy Innocents, who are the saints and martyrs of the Church, in a foretelling long before the happening, of this predicted birth. Joseph, the betrothed of Mary, the ever-virgin mother, has witnessed a miraculous conception of the King of all, born to save His people from their sins.

Tomorrow night, we will again remember that the maidservant of the Lord, Mary agreed to the news received from the angel, that she would conceive the Holy One who is to be born from her womb and called the Son of God. And, on that night the message of the angels to the shepherds brought good tidings of the birth of a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying an a manager.

We will join a great throng and multitude of people world-wide who will sing along with the heavenly host, glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.

May you and all those you love understand this mystery of love and may it bring you every happiness, hope and joy.

And may God Bless You, Everyone!

A Divine Plan

Just a few days and it'll be the eve of Christmas. So much planning goes before our great celebration. This year a lot more heart searching and pondering transpired. What an historical event His birth was and yet, some care only about material things. The birth of Christ is what I call, a great revelation. Can't even imagine the wonder of it all. A Divine Plan gave to the world, Jesus, the gift to all for all eternity. This is a fact that will never change nor grow old, or be forgotten. The Word of God became flesh and dwelt amongst us. What greater gift than this?

My friend gave me a book to read called "Killing Jesus" by Bill O'Reilly which opened my eyes to the way life was when the "Light came into the world." It is by far one of the best books that I have ever set my eyes on. Jesus born in Bethlehem, of a Virgin Mother Mary, is destined to die a most cruel death by His claim that God is His actual Father, which made Him accountable to a charge of blasphemy under Jewish law, since the age of thirteen. He was a Jew.

Born and hidden in cave, He would one day gather together men who would become "fishers of men," who would see the crowds gather to hear Jesus preach, and heal the many, while fulfilling the prophecy's of old.

Jesus proves that He is God in the flesh by His Resurrection from the dead. And even though a guard was posted, the body was never found. That morning an Angel revealed that "He is Risen" and instructed eyewitnesses to "Go tell the disciples." This was a message far different from the night of His birth when Angels revealed to the shepherds in the fields guarding their sheep, the great tidings.

Thirty somewhat years later, the question will be asked "Shall I crucify your King? The reply--"We have no king but Caesar," by a chief priest . So different from the three Magi who have come with treasures a great and harsh distance to worship their King saying: "We see his star in the east and have come to worship Him," (believing Jesus to be the "New King,")

Examine the historical evidence for yourself beginning from birth to death. There can be but only one King. And, there is no doubt in my mind who He is....

 

Do you have a SuperMOM?

Young women today have bought into the wrong image of a SuperMOM. Supermoms exist everywhere and I applaud them for what they bring to their family, friends and community.

Supermom's are those who manage to infect those around them with positive aspirations. They manage to create an impression using all the tricks in the book. Who said it would be easy, the first trick is not to cop out. Finding a way, is what it's all about. There is always a way so a SuperMom must be innovative.

Why do we need to be SuperMOMs in the first place? Simply, if your successful then everyone around you will be also.

Simple rules, like getting everyone involved, and that means kids of all ages, to help by each being responsible for something. It creates good feelings of a group effort and everyone shares in the prize. Some of the rules I remember growing up in a large family was that everyone had chores. Maybe they were simple like making a bed, cleaning up after a snack, tending to trash, etc. There is always something to "help" with, should be the attitude on a daily basis.

If you don't have time to make it, buy it. Buy portions of it, and make the rest. Avoid cluttering...That's a big one. Clutter gives the impression of being unclean, and then mentally, we are in a race to keep up with the mess. Everything should have it's place. Schedules sometimes helps. Bigger is not always better. Simplify, simplify, simplify. Everyday is a good day, and accomplishments must be the work of a well-planned and thought-out endeavor. Every kitchen needs a domestic authority to hand out a chain of commands--that's mom usually.

I recall times when I barely had enough time to dress before a party and found myself washing the toilet just before guests arrived. That is not newsworthy. But the truth is, we will always need and be grateful for SuperMOM's. SuperMOMs have it together, so everyone observes--thinks. Noone will ever really know just what we had to do to get there. Being successful, you get there. That is how we teach other's that we can obtain a goal.

Like my family used to say, "we pulled off another one." Smile pretty. You might just be in the next photo and you, and your home, and your family want to be at it's best.

SuperMOM we all have to be--but keep your expectations realistic. Everyone will love you for it, afterall, your their SuperMOM.

Kids say the darndest things

Kids say and do the darndest things. I used to watch Art Linkletter question little kids on television. The show being a "hit" attracted many. Kids innocently say such cute things that long after, I find myself chuckling and wondering where did that come from? Ryan amazed me yesterday. At three he actually knows how to shovel snow, saying he helps dad. We keep a little pink plastic shovel for him to play with while I do the heavy work. Yesterday, we  cleared the deck in order to get to the garage where the toboggan was located. The back yard is nice and flat, and on a sunny day it made for much fun pulling him around. This year, he enjoyed the ride as he was able to hold on to the black handles, which I in turn, tied a rope to. It was great exercise for me as well. The sound of laughter is worth the effort alone. I always took my kids out to play. It is so vital to their good health.

Earlier, we had watched a Christmas movie with snacks and of course, there was time to drag out all his toys throughout the house. Playing is important to a three-year-old and imagining all sorts of adventures with household setups. He used a chair, stool and two make believe paddles and then, he was kayaking. Someday, he hopes to have one of his own, so he said.

He also said a couple of odd things too....like it was quiet in my house. I suppose when you have a seven, and soon to be eight-year old brother, it's anything but quiet in his house. We observed the birds, and yes, we could hear every sound clearly through the closed window.

Quietness is something I also appreciate....Peace...Not everyone has that luxury.

There are times when I ask him what he wants for Christmas...as if I didn't know. Monster trucks, and art supplies are on the list, but what surprised me is when I heard him say he wanted a "dollhouse". Who would have quessed that? And, who knows what Santa's going to bring...

Are you being Uncharitable this Christmas Season

We should always be looking to not offend someone else in charity. Some of the ways my mom taught me to be charitable was not to eat in front of someone else, especially if they didn't have any. Rather, it would be appropriate to share or at least offer some of what you had. It is totally rude to eat in front of someone else who is hungry.

The rule goes for affection. It is unkind to carry on in front of a lonely person. Need I say more. That doesn't imply that we need to go around spreading our germs. Mom would laugh at that one. Yet, in this season of all seasons, some sit by themselves, disregarded. Sometimes, people who are the loneliest can be found on crowded buses and trains. No one even says hello. Why don't we?

My son, who once worked in retail used to say people would go and by small things just to be able to speak to the checkout person or any other person. They would talk and talk making them visibly targetable. Sometimes, if they had money, sadly they were sought out by salespeople.

Lonliness is one thing hunger is another. People will come together for a free meal and many are not in a position to be able to afford to eat out. They do not only hunger for food, and sometimes friendship, but personal items as well. Some are all three, lonely, hungry and poor.

Baskets of soaps and shampoo, toothbrushes and other odds and ends are placed along with groceries for their need. It is totally wrong to pass along catalogs for the sale of items such as those found in Avon, school fundraisers or the like. Some people feel badly, as they cannot afford to buy. You can sometimes see it in their faces. That would be an example of being "uncharitable". There is a time and a place for everything.

Being charitable is a big part of this and every season, especially when you are a Christian. There are always going to be those who constantly prey on "gatherings" relentlessly, to entice people to buy, even if it is said to be for a charitable cause, in front of those who do not have the luxury of spending the extra money, they simply do not have it. That is being uncharitable. Some spend money that they cannot afford to save face (embarrassment). We can be chartible...as well, we can be uncharitable.

Being charitable, and, not being "uncharitable" deserve equal recognition.

A Merry Little Christmas

My husband and I went shopping today. Luckily, he likes to shop and usually picks out just about every gift for the grandchildren. If you could have seen him trying out and examining each and every toy, he actually became the entertainment.

I have no patience for shopping and it's usually a quick search, scoop and carry-out of here-- type of ordeal. I'd rather not. Especially, when it comes to waiting in line to check out. No thank you. John, on the other hand, has taught me how to enjoy the task of gift purchasing by understanding what each person likes, color and all. He actually is a catalogue shopper and spends time looking at circulars. It becomes fun because he has so much fun doing it, without dragging me all around the store.

Many Christmases back we bought gag gifts for our kids which was a ball opening them, one at a time, bringing about much more humor and fun. I do not have a great sense of humor and rely on my friends to accommodate me in that department. I'm more of the comfort-type and see to their favorite foods-- type of person. Being in the store with the funny stuff, I was reminded of the reindeer that produced candy poop, perfect for either my brother or Steve, I can't recall. Another was that singing fish that hung on a wall, and when you pushed his button, he was hilarious. We found the Grinch that stole Christmas for Bill and something about a singing flushing toilet. My sons are both  natural comedians and great entertainers, which they inherited from their dad. Little Ryan, at three is already starting to imitate us and "Yo" his uncle. He keeps me in stitches and I can't wait to see his reaction this year when he sees some of the new gadgets we've picked up.

All in all it was a fun day and believe it or not, I think we're done our shopping with plenty of time to spare. Decorating, gift-wrap and the tree still await. Our party will be a blast...This year, I'm making a gingerbread house with Wonka Candy and old-fashioned treats.

Thinking back to my nephew when he was two years old, one day told me that I was a clown. Surprised by what he said, I asked him why he said that. He said that I like to laugh. Now he is in college and my little grandson Ryan just last week said something similar. He likes to make grandma laugh. That must be why our gatherings are so much fun. We simply like to laugh. We are intent on having a Merry Little Christmas.

The War on Christmas

Growing older sometimes brings about wisdom which affects the way you look at Christmas. It could very well be that once you get to a certain age you see how things were and how they are now. The War on Christmas, well, it's just not worth it. There are times that I feel that I don't even want to put up a tree. I'll give in, of course for the sake of the grandchildren, but that is NOT what Christmas has become to me. Honestly, it can be a chore...just like it was for my grandmother and several other's I remember them feeling the same way. So much fuss is so unnecessary!

It is not about things. If I have nothing, Christmas will still, and "has" come, no-one can take that away from us. If you find yourself getting out of sorts about the so-called war on Christmas, then you are in a very large sense, in a war once again with yourself, which means you are not at peace.

Give yourself the gift of peace this Christmastime. There is little peace around lately. We all must have an attitude check-- first, starting with lets not get caught up in the nonsense of needing to have....which leads to frustration. The expectation list seems to grow and grow each and every year, but not our salaries. Everything is such a hastle and so expensive. They tell us they've got to have it. We still have to pay our bills, live within your means.

Stifle the I wants...Can you have a Merry Christmas with little, sure. Listening to Christmas carols can put you in the mood, but it can also be very depressing. We won't go there but know it is not all fun and games for many who are alone or who have lost most of their family members. Years ago families were closer and they would actually visit. No one has time for visiting the elderly anymore. You don't have to go far to feel the hardship which can be in your own backyard. Haven't you noticed that people are grumpy? The grinches are everywhere--trying to steel your joy. Where have all the solictors, holiday ads, catelogs and circulars come from? Learn to say "no thanks."

If you are going to work yourself up over the little things in life, then you are in fact at war with yourself. Agitation in any amount causes your cells to go bonkers resulting in bodily stress, illness and that, will eventually kill you. We are so pent up with the do's dont's and can't haves that we forget to be "happy" never mind merry. Discover the joy, not of materialism but of life. Give the gift of a smile, and put on the cloak of kindness. Maybe you can share with someone who has less. Be the first to Love. Be grateful for all that you have and are, and for those you hold dear. Above all, remember what Christmas is really all about--Christ the Savior is Born.

Have yourself a Merry Christmas, after all you are responsible for you. Keep it simple...May You find Peace this Christmas and may it bring forth a happy, and healthy New Year for you and those you love.

We are always looking for a sign

If your looking for a sign, it was prophesied, that is: the coming of the Messiah's birth. The first of five confirmations begins to tell the story--of the greatest story ever told. The story celebrated for some two thousand years. It's a love story from beginning to end....A story where a young virgin mother kisses her child shielded beneath the protection of Joseph. He is the descendant of King David. This story to which many songs have been written, such as: "Mary did you know?" Its not a Christmas carol, but is one of my favorites. She will begin to know soon when encountered by Simeon at the Temple.

The shedding of light written years prior to the actual "light" event was found in the Old Testament readings, some 500 years before the actual birth of Christ. The Tanakh was said to have been studied by the three kings -- and it spoke of a great star that will rise. At its appearance, they began the trek over the rugged desert for close to a thousand miles to worship the One who was born King of the Jews in a town called Bethlehem, in Judea, bringing with them, appropriate gifts suitable for a king.

I currently display candles and a huge star in my kitchen window, and some small versions here and there to remind me of  "light" a sign which led a group of wise men, who studied the religious texts leading them to the place where the story begins. They bring gifts and worship Him. But the reality is that He is the gift. The gift for all mankind and for all time.

How much I wonder, was it about that star, or it was really about illumination? After all, Jesus is the Light of the World...Whatever the reason, three men known as astronomers, diviners and wise men know the importance of this great happening. Why else would they make such a long and dangerous journey following a star in the east, and, at a substantial cost to "worship their king?" They didn't call them wise men for nothing....Amazingly, the Magi hid the news from the terrible Herod who saught to kill Him. The three kings who were, no doubt, "enlightened".

There is a beautiful song -- "We Three Kings of Orient Are, ....(the last line) is their testimony and nails it for me. "Guide us to Thy perfect Light"....

The Season of Hope

Today I will compose a vegetable stew that will last for several days to be consumed with a wholesome bread. This preChristmas fast has become something special for my husband and me. The Orthodox Christians worldwide will enter into a period of reflection. We are fully aware that many will be celebrating Christmas by wordly standards, many of which we reject.

Christmas is simply not about goods and sale items. It is a beautiful and deep understanding of a historical event which changed the entire world and our lives. Because of Christmas, there will be peace on earth and good will toward men, as "foretold" by the angels. They will sing praises to God -Glorifying God In The Highest-"Joy to the world the Lord is come." The Word made flesh by a Virgin Mother, Jesus The Christ our Lord.

No longer are we just creatures of the earth, but in our acceptance of Him, become partakers and sharers of the heavenly abode, being the recipient of many spiritual gifts, life, peace and everlasting joy. Hope for all eternity, and above all, loved.

It's a journey...let us begin it once again and by our preparation, put on the cloak of kindness, generosity, understanding, gratitude, fortitude and trace the sands of time until we come to the place where Jesus our Savior lay. Where we, like the wise men will find our true purpose, and worship Him.

Yesterday, I heard someone say that Christmas has changed for her since she has become Orthodox and now, its not all about the decorations....It is so much more beautiful and special than all of that. Some of us don't even care if we have decorations...We do it for our grandchildren. Certainly, it is not about the parties or preChristmas anything. Any gift worthwhile is made better by waiting for it to come.

It begins, like it did for the Virgin Mary, when she was given the opportunity to say "yes" to God when the message, through Angel Gabriel was revealed to her. Simply, it is a message of acceptance--to put on Christ. The invitation has come, The package is soon to arrive. Now, we anticipate His coming.

It's A Shame

Our local newspaper needs to hang it's head in shame. Or, why bother...It's just a sign of the times that things are and have been going downhill fast...Many times recently, I have shook my head when there were obvious spelling errors. They of course, invite us to report all in what they call "Accuracy watch" which appears on page 2.

There many ways a mistake can be made. It was not allowable to have a widow, for example, in years past. That meant not allowing a single word to be placed on a line by itself. Newspaper business is all about selling space. If you had a word that would hang alone, it was advisable to find a replacement word that would fit on the fullest previous line. Sometimes, that meant kerning, a term that suggested change of the size, utilizing a different typeface that was condensed. Another way, was to size down a word or line of type. There would be an adjustment, as there was no "widow" allowed.

This day and age computerized technology, which was developed to help ensure accuracy by methods like "find and replace" and abc checks, have been thought to result in  a better product. Why then are we finding so many errors? Could it be simply, apathy?

Years ago, we relied on "proofreaders" to do the job. Computers cannot replace human intelligence, obviously. So who is looking at the finished product?

What beats all was the evening edition tonight, which on the very top of the front page after the header centered under the headline was a line that read:
 'It's going to be up to this body a
nd Future Bodies To Try To Move Forward'

That was intended to be "and" I suppose, just pick a line.

If you find your product to be acceptable to the public-- who are good paying and intelligent people, your sadly mistaken. The embarrassment is solely on you. No wonder people refer to you as "The Rag." Isn't it ime to clean up your act?

Sweet November

I'm a true-blooded New Englander who through the years have come to appreciate each and every season-- each with it's own color, taste and sound. Yesterday was so much fun that waking up to hear the howling wind, on a dark rainy dismal and leaf-slippery morning caused me much reflection of November, in years past.

What is to come? More bleakness, as November draws us closer to the death-like state of winter. Oddly enough, the temperature did not match the view as it was sixtyish. Better than ice any day. Come to think of it we did have a slight frost which, as of last weekend, left my gardens quite lifeless and needy. Why am I so surprised? Didn't we see the Canadian geese doing their usual fly by's and with the colorful and fallen leaves didn't we anticipate the coming of November? But, it is so drastic, one day, colorful golden leaves basking in the sun and today none, just emptiness, barren and stick like, banished from paradise, in a sudden death.

We know that is not the end of the story, as we will just anticipate the spring all the more and will be amazed once again at its beauty, hidden in the debt of winter, as all things cycle forth, better than ever, in some cases.

There's still football and family gatherings ahead with turkey and trimming to look forward to. But I cannot help but feel the sense of loss...and sadness just the same. I retrieved the recycle bin, which was blowing down the street, and brought more pots in, with the hope of reviving some of the untouched plant life within.

People that know me, also realize that I like to change color schemes-- orange and red this time of the year, brightens my home and gives me the pick-me-up feeling that keeps me from getting too gloomy. I am a Scorpion--short for moody, and liking change, soon to be celebrating another birthday. What I wonder is, why do people call this month "Sweet November?" It's anything but sweet.

In a way, I'm glad to see that the clocks will be adjusted on Sunday, as I like to retire early this time of the year. Life is different for New Englanders, partly I think, because of the shortened days and the struggle to keep warm. While certainly this is not beach or barbecue weather, there is something to be said about scented soaps and candles, warm woolens and flannels, flavored coffee, homemade breads, jam, and sexy boots. I love to cook all the so-called comfort foods like apple pie, and homecooked meals in the crockpot.

Yes, I will miss the long bright days of wearing my sandals, shorts and eating ice cream-- flower gardens, wren and song birds, the beach, cook-out's and summer fun, but only for a little while....

  

Respect

So many things are lacking today that we just simply forget that there was a time that the word respect meant something. Come on back RESPECT, you are missed.

I read recently where a shopper was yelling in the store at her daughter using unkind (the "f" word) language, which is acceptable today, apparently. It was not in my world of yesterday. Respect is a two-way street. If your not careful how you treat others in a way of language and action, you may be on a road to hurt and collision, for many years to come. Be forewarned! Nonetheless, children do not respect their parents, certainly not like we did. How come? Parents are supposed to be that which children are told to imitate. What example do you set? Is this what you want your child to become? Time to examine your own actions...maybe it's not too late.

We always knew that if we treated others well, we possibly would expect to be treated the same way. Did it start with the idea that you could just slam the door in someone elses face and think that was okay? There has always been an underlying rule "understood by most" to do unto others what you would have them do unto you. It is a kindness rule...

Do we practice kindness anymore?...Our parents demanded that we "respect" them or else. Or else what...no TV, no nothing, period. And, don't let them catch you being disrespectful to anyone else or Else! We must be rule setters.

Time to get back to basics..."Respect". If you don't know what it is, look it up in the dictionary. Oh! thats right, we don't use those anymore...I guess, just everything goes then, right?

Maybe its time to ask yourself, in a time where there is little respect, who is the real loser? It's never too late to change our behavior especially in public where others see exactly who or what you are.

The Leavening Agent

Sounds impressive but what is a leavening agent? I first learned about the leavening agent many years ago in high school. A word that you hardly ever hear about but, it is the main ingredient that makes a difference on whether you are successful or fail in your endeavor to make something rise.

While most recipes do not call for a leavening agent like yeast or baking powder, breads are an exception to the rule. So much goes into making a good bread--and in the end practice makes perfect. You can use the same recipe and measured ingredients but other factors come into play, such as; humidity, room temperature and the age and measure of your flour. We always use the unbleached variety. Experience is the key--just knowing by sight what the dough should look like and then, there is the feel of it. But nothing can replace yeast which fails.

The successful bread is largely determined by how much the bread rises or fails to rise. Instructions must be carefully followed.

Once the ingredients have been mixed and the leavening agent (yeast) has been added, there is no going back. The bread in process you "hope" will turn out well. Some things in life are like bread, in that you just do the best you can with what is given to you.

Does anything smell better than a freshly baked bread? I think not...

Putting Out The Fire

We all hold our breath to see how the fire before us will be extinguished. Fighting fire with fire sometimes works, but most of the time, it accelerates. So much determines the blaze, wind, rain, terrain. Should man intervene-- can be answered by will it eventually die out (or not)--in some places, it is better to let it go. Other times, it threatens the existence of many lives and can be considered a tinderbox, which be best extinguished as soon as possible.

It's really too late to talk about prevention when the fire has begun, and who would want to accelerate a situation like the current one regardless of the cause. Does it really matter who started it? It must stop before it spreads. Doing nothing also carries a risk. If it gets too big, who can handle it?

How do you stop a fire from accelerating further--try to remove the agents that burn or cause the damage. Why does it take a fire to happen before one understands that you don't let children play with matches? What happens when diplomacy fails?

Storage facilities of chemicals can become dangerous explosives--one must move carefully in determining what the course of action must be...the blaze must be contained, the risk removed.

Just how is that accomplished unless all are aboard working in unity toward its resolve? What IS at stake here? Fire can grow with every wrong move. It may not end well and serious concerns are best determined on our knees.

The crossroad--should we just walk away and let it burn...Or, intervene and cause a greater flame...knowing either way the fire may be unable to contain and at this point--a no win situation.

Do we walk away to face it on another day? Who started this fire that threatens the existence of so many? Lord have mercy on us all.

Returning the Favor

Today is just one of those days that you sit back and pause to recall the wonderful day you had with the boys yesterday while the parents were still on vacation. Weather wise it was sunny and perfect for the pool. Up at the crack of dawn was Nate, who knows how to entertain himself with the DVDs he brings along, usually action series--appropriate for his age. He loves to eat and has such a good appetite. On the other hand, Ryan likes to sleep in. Yesterday, he wasn't really too hungry in the early morning but sure made up for it during the day. In fact, it seems all I did was feed both of them all their favorite foods.

I had time to make a vegetable lasagna which took up a great deal of my time in the kitchen chopping up fresh garlic, shallots, green beans, zucchini, summer squash, eggplant, carrots, spinach, and celery. The kids like most kids wanted chickens with ranch as little Ryan calls it with cukes, tomato and pickies. If they eat well, out comes the treats. Nate always wants vanilla ice cream, while Ryan likes whipped cream, especially in his chocolate milk. They love chocolate pudding and Ryan prefers a fudgesicle instead of ice cream. I've decided that Ryan, who also ate most of my cheese loves all dairy especially the yogurt made for children. Neither of them care for lasagna, that was for grampy.

The kids rode their bikes in the morning, then it was time to fill the pool in order for the sun to warm the water for play later on. One of Ryan's favorite activities outdoors is to water the flowers. Yes, he waters the flowers NOT the base of the plants, every now and then taking time to water the flowers (weeds) in the grass. Nate is all taken up with the butterfly's which are abundant this year. As the season progresses there are new blossoms, which do not go unnoticed by almost three old Ryan. He calls me to see them, saying beautiful. Nate and Ryan waisted no time getting each other wet, and then, Nathan enjoyed playing in the sandbox, just as he always has.

Ryan has an appreciation for beautiful things, like uncle Yo's shoe. It is a sneaker planter in the garden which reminds him of his uncles sneakers. His uncle is not Yo but it is a pet name Ryan gave him when he was just a baby. The boys were so happy to be with Uncle Yo and Aunt Jean at the concert on the common, Sunday to hear Celtic music while we had a little picnic.

Nate spent a good deal of time watching the Cardinals at the bird feeder. He has always loved watching the Wrens feeding their young as well as the colorful Finch who have filled our yard with lovely song.

My husband, John, has created for me a lovely environment with many fruit trees and roses, gardens which wrap around a swing, a paradise which the children and I have enjoyed. Just yesterday, after swimming, I wanted Ryan to nap. He placed his blanket on the swing, and wanted me to sit on it with him. He wants me to be with him all the time. Surprisingly he started to sing me two songs, all he could remember, something about buying me a mocking bird, rocking chair, and diamond ring. A song his mom sings to him. Then there was baa-baa black sheep have you any wool. A sweet little voice he has. His brother sings well too, but rarely. Nate never thought of washing my face either, because, as Ryan pretended, I had chocolate pudding on it. Ryan thinks he's taking care of me. Wants to drive me everywhere and you'd think he was "all grown up" the way he acts sometimes, always thinking about what he can do for me or buy me at the store. This is the age of pretending and play acting.

Nate is very dependable and a big help, just as Bill was a big help when my two sons were growing up. I brought them back home in the afternoon as mom and dad had returned from their trip. Bill was already cutting his lawn and mom was busy with laundry and chores. So it begins once again.

Little Ryan couldn't wait to run upstairs to play his "drums." This time he would wear the sunglasses that he brought from grandmas house, just like Uncle Steve. You should have seen him play with two  sticks one on the snare, and one on the bass and one little foot keeping time, singing EIEIO.

When I got home that evening, I saw the Cottage Breeze candles that I purchased for my potpourri pot and picked one up to smell, just as Ryan did earlier in the day. Emmmm, just as he said it smells good. These are the moments that you cannot capture with film, but moments that you capture with your heart.

The Sound of a Gentle Breeze

What is the sound of a gentle breeze?

The bible tells us in 3Kingdoms 19:12 "After the fire there will be a sound of a gentle breeze, and the Lord will be there."

We learn from the Orthodox Study Bible notations, that "The Holy Spirit is (a great and powerful wind) manifests His grace in a variety of ways in prayer. In Some He "rends the mountains" of sinful passions and "shatters the rocks"of hardened hearts. In others, He is like "an earthquake," which is an inward sense of jubilation of exultation. Yet in others, He is a non material fire. Finally, in others He is "a gentle breeze," which occurs when Christ comes to dwell in the heart."

To hear the sound of a gentle breeze requires a state of quietness. A state of peace. This world has become so loud and full of clutter, it has us in a state of running. Have you ever heard the expression "Be Quiet and know that I am God?" Why all the focus on the outer man? Is that not anything but a distraction? Lowliness taught in word and in deed and humility by Jesus should be our goal. Ephesians 4:1-2  "I, therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you to walk worthy of the calling with which you were called, with all lowliness and gentleness, with long suffering, bearing with one another in love, endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace."

Ephesians 3:17-19 "that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

The sound of a gentle breeze is achieved through the love of Christ. Find "peace" in your life, and you will acquire the sound of God. 

Clutter in your life gets in the way with a relationship with God. Acquiring things can become obsessive, obstacles, road blocks to the finding of peace. Instead, you will find the rush of madness, sickness and suffering, anything but peace of mind. It becomes a vicious cycle.

It should not matter if your rich or poor, short or tall, or what others say or think about you because Christ carries us beyond our "petty" and worldly personal concerns, instead, try to focus on those who need us and our love. Yet today, it seems all about us and who offends us? It's all about "us"period.

1Peter3:3-4 Do not let your adornment be merely outward--Rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God."

There "will be" a sound of a gentle breeze.  It "will be " the voice of the Lord. 

Major Feast Day--Transfiguration of the Lord

God is light (1John 1:15). Darkness cannot comprehend it. Light permeates all darkness. Jesus shows by His transfiguration, that He in fact is the Christ the Messiah, the Son of the Living God, who will usher in the long awaited Kingdom. Eyewitnesses on Mt. Tabor, (Peter, James and John his brother), saw His face shone like the sun, and His clothes became as white as the light. They witness Moses and Elijah speaking with Him. And, a bright cloud overshadowed them with a voice coming out of the cloud said, "This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased, Hear Him!" (Matthew 17:5).

Jesus commanded them, saying. "Tell the vision to no one until the Son of Man is risen from the dead." (Matthew 17:9).

Eyewitnesses fell on their faces greatly afraid. Jesus came and touched them and said, "Arise, and do not be afraid."(Matthew 17:7).

Moses represents the law and Elijah represents the Prophets, the living and the dead, and the fulfillment of the whole Old Testament.

The Holy Trinity is manifest here. Christ transfigured (Matt 17:2) The Father speaks from heaven testifying to Jesus' divine sonship (Matt 17:5), "and the Spirit is present in the form of a dazzling light surrounding Christ's Person." (Matt 17:5).--taken from the Orthodox Study Bible

Wow! It can't be any clearer. All this transpired before the suffering and death and Resurrection of our Lord and Savior.

Still the disciples lack faith, like many today who hear the good news of the gospel.

(Matthew 17:20),"So Jesus said to them, "Because of your unbelief; for assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there', and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you."

Perhaps  your lack of faith sets you up for failure? May be it's time for a change. The Orthodox Church awaits you, just come and see! Be transformed....

"Nothing can withstand Jesus' power, for He is the Lord of all. To everyone in need He says, Bring him here to Me!"

What keeps you from the love of God and His healing presence in your life?

(notations in quotes are also from the Orthodox Study Bible)

Music, Music Everywhere

Yesterday was an exceptional day as it was filled with various events. It started with church music in the A.M. and shortly after, "Near East" music was provided at the church festival.

Ryan like many small children was captivated by the band, especially the drums. When it is said that they have something for everyone, it was true in the case of two-year old Ryan, who enjoyed a hot-dog and spent much of the time going to see the chickens, and roosters. Father had a lawnmower with a load of boxes in tow, which he frequented often. Climbing up and down, he seemed knowledgeable of how to run it. Could be because he rides along side his dad, complete with headsets, they cut their huge lawn? He has his own motorized car that he rides all over the driveway and yard. "Unbelievable"!

Next it was up and down the stairs, and walking on the cement edge near the driveway. Keeping up with little Ryan is challenging as he is not content to sit still for very long, like his older brother.

Later on during the day, we all got together at a concert on the common. His uncle Steve was playing the drums. Ryan has allot of rhythm and he played every song along with the group. They were fabulous. 

I spoke with Ryan today, asking him what he liked best about all the things we did yesterday. He said in one word. "Drums".

His uncle who is and has always been a talented musician,  now does it as a hobby. "Optical Drive" is the name of the group. Steve has always been interested in music and at three years old, he had his own radio station in his room. Steve played songs for our neighbors, and he knew what everyone liked, surprisingly. Later, it was the sax, and guitar. I couldn't believe that he could play songs without sheet music on the organ. But there is no question, that his first love was the drums.

The talent runs in the family as I'm told, one of his father's uncles played the drums. Ryan's get it on both sides, as his mother also played the drums in the band during high school. He was so cute. Everyone was watching him dance and pretend to play the drums at the same time.  He had such a serious look on his face. One that said he could feel the beat through and through and he is "entertaining".

When the concert was done, Uncle Steve let him play the drums on stage along with his brother. Priceless. The two boys are having such a wonderful summer despite the heat. Grampy and grandma are so proud of all of them.

Enough is Enough

Enough is enough is probably what my little grandson was thinking when he had had it with the latest swimming attire. A beautiful bathing suit with the appropriate netting inside was what was given for me to outfit him in for swimming in the pool. Accompanying the suit was a little waterproof diaper which prevents accidents from happening, so they say.

They don't tell you that the new pants fill up with water and become waterlogged to the point where they are heavy and force down the swimsuit with it. So, constantly, he was pulling up his ballooned britches.

How can you have fun when your concerned with your pants falling down? What did we do before they developed these interesting waterproof slip-ons? Guess we won't go there either. I recall years previous, when his brother's waterproof pants exploded and made one heck of a mess in the pool and all over the yard.

Ryan had the solution, and as I watched, he got out of the pool, stepped out of the bathing wear and proceeded back into the pool. His little shirt covered him nicely and he had a wonderful time playing with his water toys.

I guess enough is enough. He loves the pool and in this hot weather, who doesn't?

Small but Mighty

Two-year-old and soon to be three, Ryan brags lately about the size of his feet. Come to think of it they are quite large in comparison to his small-framed body. We are constantly trying to feed him. Like most kids, eating is a waste of time. Unlike his grandmother, who enjoys eating, Ryan spent a good part of the afternoon, drinking juice and iced treats. It was hotter than you know what...today and more of the same tomorrow. Frankly, it knocked the crap out of me but Ryan, he still has a lot of pep and imagination to go with it. Big feet usually denotes that he will be tall someday, just like his brother. Years back people called me "small but mighty". Not sure how I acquired that title. Maybe it was because I could always take care of myself.

Friday, we discovered that we have a nest of white faced hornets just above our garage door. Talk about small but mighty, these insects are aggressive and will sting you just because. They stung my husband in the head while passing through from the garage to the house. Others who have also been victimized by their furry, relate their nastiness.

Thanks to the courageous pair, Matt and my brother John, the nest has been taken out. Moral of this story is Never underestimate all the little things in life.

Why Do I Love You

This will probably be the shortest post that I compose. Why do people love one-another? The love experience or "bonding" begins and babies learn to love those who provide for them regardless of what they have or where they are. They are quick to forgive and they forget easily. Just a simple word or kiss makes it all better. Some love and obey out of the fear of punishment. Authority in one's life brings about a sense of security. Love of family and "Parental love" exists from the start and  never ends regardless of the age. It is unconditional.

I like the term "smitten with love". That means to me everything that another person that you care for does, becomes so special even the smallest gestures make you happy and you want to be with them, even when they cannot return the sentiment. Love is heaven on earth, having feelings of euphoria, even when things are not going well, like sunshine on the darkest day. Love is Joy.

Love is made perfect when two can share the same feeling for each other, even when they are apart. Love endures through time and space and distance. I still love those who have gone on before me. They will always be a part of me through loving memories. I pray for them and think about them always. Love is Eternal.

Today the question came up on face book "Is there a hell?" I know that some don't believe that hell exists. Others are quick to remind you that if you don't change your ways you'll end up there. Some people are so afraid of God's punishment that they live in fear. God was never about your living in fear. His love is so great for you that He died on the cross to save you. When I think about God, who provides everything for me and those I love, I am thankful for His goodness and greatness. I want to be pleasing to Him. I want to give back. He is gentle and kind, quick to forgive and always with me. Hell is anywhere where there is no love. Hell is the absence of Love.

Hell is when you cannot be with the one you love. Hell is a very lonely place to be...it must be a place where there is an absence of God, because God is Love. God's love is perfect, and that you can place your hope and trust in. God asks Peter, "Do You Love Me?" A very important question that he asks every one of us. What is your answer? You decide. Love never fails.

I just don't know why I love you...All I know is that I do. And "Love" is the right place to be...It is the perfect gift.

Consistency In Your Action

Consistency in your action is the key in training a young child for many reasons. It is useful at any age. It says to them, if you do this, you'll get that. I believe the result of positive bedtime habits can be beneficial to the whole family. Once children learn what your expectations are, feel comfortable and secure, they will go right to bed, and sleep through the night, with rare exception.

At grandma's house every "positive" action is acknowledged. Who doesn't respond to a kind word, hug or a special treat? Each grandchild will have his own likes. So, how are your listening skills? Listening skills get better when someone is tugging on your heart.

Some books tell you--in bedtime training, that you should use consistency at bed time. Close the light and door--just leave. One doctor told me many years ago, once a child learns that it's bed time, even if he screams, do not attend to it, and eventually he'll learn the routine. It's Not always that simple.

Grandmother's have their own routine...Observation. Once in bed, if the child is looking all around, he or she is probably "concerned" about being alone. It is not wrong to hold or rock your youngster. Some like to have you sing to them, or even sing with you. There is of couse the night time prayer and reading a book, (sometimes a favorite story they want to hear several times). Taking a little time upfront has its reward later on. Conversation about the fun things that you've done during the day or the anticipation of tomorrow's expectations, like going to see the trains for an example, will set their little mind on something positive.

Once I have placed the little one in bed with their do-do blanket, binki, and stuffed toys, there is a small conversation which includes stuffed animals like teddy bear. The conversation goes something like "teddy bear" you be nice and quiet now because (name) is tired and wants to go night-night. Sometimes, the stuffed animals will say to me "shhh grandma, we're tired now so be quiet so we can go to sleep." I will always ask, do you need the light on? Or do you want to keep the door open or closed? We want our little ones to be comfortable. Are they to hot or cold? Maybe the fan in the window will be a distraction if they are not used to the sound. Perhaps, it is your heating system, or a shade that needs to be pulled. Avoid all loud unexpected noises. Usually before bed, I start dimming the lights, setting a calming and quieting atmosphere. These are the habits that say--bedtime and they get it, eventually.

It isn't always true that you need to exit the room immediately. Sometimes, I'll sit in a nearby chair reading. I notice the little eyes that look up several times to see if I'm still there before closing for dreamland. (I always tell them where I'll be should they need me, or I'll say, "grandma is soooo tired and I'm going night-night too"). A snack is given well before bedtime and a clean, tired secure child is usually eager to sleep, sleeping through the night, except for the occasional binki drop or nightmare.

Grandma's can sometimes forget...but children don't. Several weeks ago, while at my little grandson's house, as I was ready to leave, the two-year-old asked my where his quarters were. So cute! He has learned by my consistent action that good behaviour is rewarded by a few coins for his savings bank. He doesn't really understand at his age the value of the coin, but he does understand that with it's receipt, he is being rewarded for all the good behavoir during the day, and for all the helpful ways he has worked to earn it. He likes to help. Working is a great way to get children to feel good about themselves. All accomplishments are important to all of us. Everyone has something to offer and we appreciate each other.

The success we have acquired is not so much that we expect them to listen to us, they want to do that, it is because we have learned to "listen to them". Often, it was the silent non-verbal communication that taught us what we try to do best, and that is: "love one another." My father-in-law was a much loved, successful and cherished man. I still can hear him saying to everyone he'd meet, "What do You think?" We all wanted to know what he thought....Think about that for a moment. We all need to become "good listeners" and consistent in our action, if we are to become successful and loving people.

Chain Reaction

Children often act out as a result of something that has scared them, or perhaps an unfamiliar circumstance. Sometimes, when they are not at an age to reveal a problem, they act out in other ways, such as: crying during the night, wanting to be held, or have little appetite. Often, it is a mystery.  Clueless to the dilemma, you stumble on the cause. It can be a shadow on the wall, or maybe a bug they saw, or an animal that approached too quickly, not giving them the time to adjust to the situation. Or, a million other things, like a balloon popping or someone sneezing too loudly. My grandson often says "what's that noise," or what's that?"

It could also be an unfamiliar sound...  airplane, train or lightning or even the wind blowing during a storm. Once the mystery is revealed, you can deal with the problem. Once my oldest son, who as an infant at the time, pointed in the direction of a clown picture hanging on the wall of his bedroom, unable to speak, he revealed the long mystery of not wanting to go to bed. Once removed, the problem was solved. So simple, and amazingly we never thought of it.

If a child is not happy, no one will be. Trust me, we were always grateful to get to the root of the problem, even if we had no clue as how to resolve the situation. Can you imagine, he was afraid of a household fly. Flies are everywhere! The doctor assured us that if we allowed the fly to land on us, it would demonstrate to him that there is no concern, and that eventually the child would learn that its okay.

Recently, a two-year-old was playing on the couch with his do-do-blanket, placing it over his head, he said to me "I'm hiding." So playing along with him, I said "Okay, that's nice...why are you hiding?" and he related, "because I'm scared." In time, he may reveal that he saw an ant, which is his latest thing to get excited about each time he sees one. He thinks if he hides his head, he becomes invisible, just like a turtle. Actually, that's quite sensible when you think of it.

I have to be especially careful not "to act out" when I see creepy crawling things that startles me, cause if I'm startled, what affect with that have on him? We all know grampy hates spiders! I dislike carpenter bees that dash up close to you and stare you down. I am definitely a reactionary person, so this will be difficult for me.

The boys were at it again....this time it was toys. And, as in most cases the voice goes up, then fighting, then the tears, and grandma to the rescue. Sort of like a chain reaction. A learned one...There are many ways to resolve a problem, but once the loudness begins, the composure sort of slips. The secret is to "gain control in the first place", especially when it comes to a two-year-old. If you yell, he'll yell back "No" to you. Never give in to negative behavior by rewarding a child. But reward a child for his good, positive actions. Let him know of your approval, like "good job". Siblings must be taught to curtail the voice and look for positive resolutions like flipping a coin, or trading off for something else, avoiding the disappointment if at all possible. How about the not now, later routine. Soften the blow when you can. It helps to change the disposition of the child. At times, conditions can be set to achieve the goal.

The rule is simple. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." When someone yells or talks loudly, the defense mechanisms go on and then, your not listening "just reacting". Yelling causes you to become uncomfortable and that spells "scared." It says the other person is out of control. One only has to relate to being in the same situation, to relate to and understand what it feels like. You can walk away. Bad behavior does not get response, other than consistent correction that fits the action. Then they get to learn, when I do this, I get that...every time.

My mother-in-law always stepped in when someone got loud. It is after all, better to keep the peace and avoid confrontation. It's better to be diplomatic and that is something you must "work on" from the start. Just "learn" to get along. Try sharing, negotiation, and compromise. We all want to be happy don't we? It is not always what we say, as it is said, "actions are louder than words." That's for sure! But also, how we say something and the tone in which we say it matters.

Those little words like please and thank you, are like honey, soothing to the ears. And, just knowing how to say something, might get you all the things that you want and need without even trying. Isn't it better that way? Love, after all is a two-way street. Show kindness to one another, always.

Reactionary

Just about everyone has heard of Newton's 3 laws of motion. It says that forces come in pairs, force pairs. Understanding this theory and its application is important. Just what does it mean "To Every Action there is always an equal and opposite reaction"?  Does this law of physics hold true in most cases? What about yours? Are you balanced and how do we achieve balance? Why is this important? Without balance there is no PEACE. Learning and mastering the force field is critical to everything and everyone. So what is your state of motion in? Controlling your actions may determine your life.

Speaking solely about myself, I have learned that it is not so much the "action" but the reaction that causes me great concern at times. I can just see myself as a child yelling "no" into my parents face. No wonder I got the reaction that I deserved to get. While this might not be the opposite reaction, it sure didn't seem equal either. But it was "reactionary". Maybe not the one I expected or wanted. Hearing bad news has its "negative effect". We try not to be bearers of bad news or speak in a manner that will effect others "wrongly" or we might incur an endless rant back in our own direction as "what goes around certainly comes around, sometimes nastier, as an endless, vicious circle, an unbreakable pattern-- a cancerous, spreading, venomous stench exploiting the whole. It's sort of like the fish tale, bigger and better.

Recently, my old friend poison ivy came back. Equal and opposite reaction? No, not in my case. My body went to the fullest extent at it's vengeance to the poisonous oil treatment which the plant shared with me. Lesson to be learned, don't mess with me. I react. Who doesn't..If you hide things within, it does do it's damage in some way, to yourself. Others can see what you won't admit by your response, "I'm okay". Bad action creates anything but wellness. Perhaps, it was not anything that I could ultimately control, but the question was did I treat the condition correctly in the first place? Did I respond in the correct way using all the right ointments? Sometimes, it's just better to leave things alone. Did I add to the problem, perhaps...This time it took intervention. Thank God for good doctors.

There are some things that you can "learn to control" and we all do the best we can. One thing is certain, if you allow your body to get "out of control" by your actions, whether it be by eating, or abuse of any kind, you will suffer from the effects of your action, good or bad.

You've been warned...rant all you want, it may explode in your face. Some people have to experience heart attacks before learning that "nothing is worth that." Being uncontrolled in any manner can lead  ultimately to destruction.

If your action is wrongly placed toward anything or anyone else, you might be on the run for a long time to come. It can be endless. Unless we break the cycle.

It is better to acquire a spirit of gentleness, forgiveness and peace inside and out. And spread about a motion of goodness that it may come back to you in the form of joy and happiness, rather than kicking you in the butt. One theory I can agree with is, "what goes up will come down," and to what degree, is determined by you almost entirely.

Receive The Unwaning Light

What is meant by the unwaning light but to understand who is the Light of the world and that Light that you receive and  "Put on, is  Christ," who is arisen from the dead. Today being a Christian means more than just going through the motions, it means to be "transformed". It means being "all that you can be for Christ." It means not just saying your a Christian, but showing others that you are by your loving and respectful example. That means not me but Him through me. Are you Christ centered?

In years past, I was often criticised for not being as respectful toward others by the tone I showed toward them, especially those in "authority over me". It wasn't until I saw that same attitude being displayed by others, (which was undesirable), that I realized the need to be more guarded of my own actions. Simply you don't make friends that way. Another one of my burdens was lateness for everything, starting with school, class and then work. I had many excuses, the problem was mine alone. I had work to do, on myself, the only one that needed to change was me. Change only comes through realization, by having yourself exposed and being honest. It is called spiritual growth and we need to be sensitive to all of God's children as we are not at the same level, but are called slowly to understanding through God's Word.

Fast forward, I am no longer the proud one who never would wear a hat especially, that would spoil my hairdo, because it was all about how I looked. Today, it is on a very rare occasion that you would find me in church without a head covering, and on time. Not all people would understand the respect that I learned,  because I cherish my Lord, who sees into my heart. It is done in a spirit of being humble, recognizing that God resists the proud. When I draw near to Him, I do it in purity of heart, with preparation.

Many churches "soften the rules" to accommodate the masses of individuals who will come only if they can be assured of their comfort levels. Yet, does not a slippery slope assure the spiraling down? Is there is no limit to the requirements of some, like special seating, parking arrangements, air conditioning, names placed by donors for their edification and on and on. A non-compliant type will find any excuse not to be where they really do not want to be. This can ultimately relate to non-attendance. The attitude, is it going to be my way or the highway,  eventually means the dwindling of numbers and loss of support, in many ways. But what does that have to say about where we are spiritually?

What is your focus or rather, who is your focus on? Are you Christ centered or self-centered? Look not to the corrupting forces around you who are becoming more and more alienated from the truth, but look to Christ Jesus who is the Truth, and submit to God.

Take the time to read (James Chapter 4:6-11) "God resists the proud, But gives grace to the humble." Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Lament and mourn and weep! Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up." Do not speak evil of one another, brethren. He who speaks evil of a brother and judges his brother, speaks evil of the law and judges the law. But if you judge the law, you are not a doer of the law but a judge."

We must always interpret scriptures with the guidance of respected clergy, and scholars of the Orthodox faith working within an apostolic tradition. Taken from the Orthodox Study Bible (James 4:11,12) we are reminded "Belittling criticism of others is another way pride is revealed in our speech. It is a lack of faith united with evil works, an offense both to the person criticized and to God. There is one Lawgiver, who is able to save and to destroy. Who are you to judge another?"

Wow those are pretty strong words. Life is not easy. It is not easy to admit when we are wrong or when we have offended someone else. Even when we are trying to do the right thing. Then, I appreciate the "Unwaning Light" and all it has to offer all of us. Let the Unwaning light of Christ be my guide, on a sure and straight path which leads me to "life" with no uncertainty. And let not my pride stand in the way of good judgement. O joyful Light!

Finally, when I see with spiritual eyes, Christ naked and bleeding on the cross, as only part of the way that He was humiliated, out of respect, will I transform myself to what is pleasing to Him. We cannot serve two masters. I choose Christ. Forgive me all whom I have offended, my brothers. Let us all work to the greater good in upholding all that has been past down to us by those who gave so much of themselves for the faith that we cherish. And, as my mom used to say, "put a sock in it"... She meant to be careful of what you say to those you love, in order that you will not have to eat those words which cause conflict and damage, at a later time. We ought not be casting stones, as we are all sinners. (Taken from Hosea 6:6) The Lord tells us "For I desire mercy and not sacrifice, and the knowledge of God more than whole burnt offerings." (5) "And My judgment shall go forth as the Light."


All scriptural references are taken from the "Orthodox Study Bible"

I Do Not Concern Myself

Orthodox Easter, (Pascha) is a time which, while celebrating the joy of the Risen Christ, the world's Savior, there are events which have sadden a number of Christians. We add our prayers to theirs.

Every year, I take something away with me in my celebration. This year, it is "I Do Not Concern Myself with things to great for me." Several days ago someone tried to defend the Resurrection of Christ and while he did a great job, it remains in one word a matter of faith.

Can the Resurrection be reasoned? Can we really know how one can be beaten so brutally, drained of His blood, lanced with a spear, having flesh wounds on His entire body, carry a cross and literally be nailed to it for hours, dehydrated, and plaited with a crown of huge thorns, and be able to walk away from the tomb, if it were not a miracle? If He were Not God? There can be no other explanation.

The dead rose from their graves and were seen in the city. A Roman soldier, acknowledged Him to be the Son of God.

We have old testament scriptures that prepared us, and the myrhbearing women who encountered an angel with the news, "He is risen."

We will see doubting Thomas, who in his disbelief , will examine His hands and His side, to determine for himself. Thomas declared Jesus as "my Lord and my God." Make no mistake Jesus is recognized in the breaking of the bread, and the apostles know Him. Jesus eats fish with his apostles, while Jesus gives them further instructions.

Christians live by faith, trust and hope. Far be it for me to concern myself with things too great for me. As far as I'm concerned it all adds up and the evidence has it. There is hymn sung on Holy and Great Pascha, (the Hypakoe). It goes like this: When they who were with Mary came anticipating the dawn, and found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre, they heard from the angel: Why seek ye among the dead, as though he were mortal man, Him who abideth in everlasting light. Behold the grave clothes. Go quickly and proclaim to the world that the Lord is risen, and has put death to death; for He is the Son of God, Who saveth the race of man.

Who rolled away the stone? Where were the posted guards? Why were His grave clothes found there? Would someone steeling the body remove his wrappings? Where was the dripping blood? Do not persist in your unbelief but believe that Christ is Risen, as countless have during the many years, who, as a result, have gone to their deaths. Who would die for a lie?

Jesus raised his friend Lazarus, four days dead and in a decaying process in order to prepare us for that day, when we will experience our own resurrection from the grave, (death to life). Maybe its time you took a second look, this is no ordinary event. Jesus is the only one who has risen from the dead. Is it so hard to believe that someone loves you so much that they would die so that you may inherit paradise for all eternity?

The only One who could abolish Death for all time by His Death and Resurrection, was Jesus the only sinless One. Time to come out of the dark and into the Light.

Good Guys Wear White Hats

Good guys wear white hats is an old slogan, which we see, is not always the case. Can't even remember where I heard it, but this was a fallacy for sure. It is also untrue about what manner of dress has to say about someone. I remember a time when signs said, no "long" hair allowed. We have come a long way, haven't we? What was proper years back, would be laughable today. The fact is, "exteriors" have little to do with the true nature of the person, yet, that's how we are judged by some.

Several years ago the character Superman, had a type of vision that could penetrate one's clothing and he could see straight to the "heart". False fronts blind us, leading us to believe that people are kind or otherwise normal loving beings, when they are anything but. Who knows what lurks beneath the surface?

Since it is a question of "heart" we must acknowledge that many hearts have gone "cold". Cold, may mean unfeeling and uncaring toward our brother. People can and do hurtful things without regret. As kids we used to say things like, "have a heart." Why isn't it just that simple....We want everything to be "sweet." If there is anything that I've learned in life, it is that life is anything but "sweet," as we learn to take the good with the bad. There is something we can do, and that is pray for change. We can all decide to change. We must forgive and help those in need. Go out of our way to do good deeds. Think of others first. Wear a cheerful countenance. Be polite and accommodating. Share, care and work toward betterment. You can make a difference. Be the example of the change that you want to see.

There is One, other than the superman myth, that can see the "condition" of your heart. He is the only judge. Jesus will have the final word. Everyone will get their chance....Another old saying is "do not throw caution to the wind." Maybe there is something to be said in those words of wisdom-- People of Massachusetts have showed the world, by their examples of love, that we still "have a heart." We are convinced that the bad guys finish last.

Is There Still Room for Love

Captured at the relief of Bay State residents, many put their lives on the line to stop the madness, and as a young man recovers in a Boston hospital, our law inforcement has done their job with great efficiency. In America, we are taught to love one another and to try to right the wrong. This love unites us in every state of our country. Love is a powerful decision. It is stronger than hate, it never gives in and it never gives up.

Persons gone wrong, who made all the wrong choices, deciding to hate, were left in the hands of the compassionate. Scared, cold and fearing for his future, we care for our brother while we are left to grieve for those who suffered at the hands of a few, while protecting all. Our determination is  to choose the path of love, knowing that hate leads to death, and yes, even the death of his own brother. If he were to live a long life, would that fact alone live to haunt him, I wonder?

Let the world see how we take care of our own. We will always have those who stray, and to those we will say that we remain vigilant and constant in our peace keeping efforts, and in our quest  spread love, peace and justice. We do not cower, leading by example, grieving for all lost and while praying, we will continue to comfort those who suffer at the hands of the misguided.

 May light shine upon us all, with time and forgiveness, we will come to the knowledge that there is and will always be room for love if we choose it.

Last night, as we gathered to celebrate the birthday of my oldest son, the conversation was largely on the current lockdown of Boston, and as the event unfolded, in the eyes of all through media coverage, I remember commenting that "he has a mother too." I am tired of all the violence. When will we learn  how precious each and every life is, and make a decision for love?

Can you Imagine a world without Hope?

Can you imagine what state of mind most of us would be in if we knew what the future holds for us? When I was a little girl, I recall going to the beach, in the amusement section, inserting a coin in the slot of a shed-like glass box, which housed a lady with a Crystal ball, wearing a turbine, and after having told your fortune, a rolled paper, personalized just for you, came down the shoot with what your future holds on it, based on your birthday. It was all in fun, and we all agreed that whatever it said, was not to be taken seriously. Yet, for many, fortune-telling rakes in big bucks, for the gullible, and that's no joke.

Last night, we had bible class and if you are a person that reads the scripture, you will know that the way time was interpreted, many years ago, was somewhat different than today. Yet, we try to understand time, as if it could be understood. God is the author of time, and it is said, that one day is but a thousand years to Him. Are you confused yet? Join the crowd. The fact is, that the past and present, are still the same, without calculation of man-made time. There is no future, as it is not here yet. So why be concerned about something that does not exist?  You cannot live in tomorrow, today.  How can one see what does not exist. It is a scam. Most of us want everything, yesterday. The reality of it is, that there is only "now". When we wake up in the morning, (which would be our tomorrow), we will call it today.

In my mind, when we want to avoid doing something today, we put it off to tomorrow. Sometimes, we end up not doing it at all. "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today," That was a famous saying of the past, (yest-er years). Did you ever notice that some days seem to fly by yet, others drag on. There is no accounting for time. Lack of time is eternity, or when time ceases to exist.  

Tomorrow is a great mystery, it is filled with imagination, and possibilities, restoration, newness and "hope". We can only guess what the future holds by recalling our past history. Thinking about it, or worrying about something we don't have control of is a waste of time-- just like reverting to the past, which we can do nothing about. Move on...But today, we have something we can work with. Make this and everyday count. Let this be your best day yet.

Could you imagine living in a world without time? It would be in many ways "complete madness". Today, we have one word that describes tomorrow and that is "hope." When growing up I used to sing this song that my mother taught me, with my sister Ruth. It seemed to say it all for all time. Do you remember this one?

Soft as the voice of an angel, breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with its gentle persuasion whispers her comforting word
Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the tempest is gone
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow, after the shower is gone

Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice

Hope for all time is what we do have.

Health through Peace

Yesterday, a group of friends gathered to share around the table, sipping their coffee. Someone point blank had a question for me, which surprised me a little. It had to do with health issues. How had I come from having been ill to the present? The answer didn't take long, and I found myself thinking, there is no wellness outside of the love and peace of Christ. If you want to attain a healthy state you must put on Christ. Christ Jesus will supply all your need according to His plan and purpose for your life. What you need to do is give it over to Him. Are you ready?

How do I put it in simple words. Did you ever experience a person that is all keyed up, that person was speaking through tight lips? Maybe, even loud and angry? They don't even realize it, sometimes. Many are the signs of physical anxiety. If they continue, their health becomes downgraded. Relaxation is part of every ones way of gaining a healthy disposition. But how can you relax when there is something pressuring you? Perhaps, it is an unhealthy relationship, and unruly child, elderly demanding type person or a state of poverty which causes you to worry constantly. These all reflect on your state of mind and health, as does any difficult job or task, or environmental condition. Prayer is the only answer in learning how to unload. It begins with forgiveness. Maybe to unstress you will need to dig deeper...What is keeping you from the love of Christ? You may even need the help of your priest or someone professional, along with your physician. Something may even be bothering you as far back as your childhood, which you are unaware of.  

To feel the peace that is available to all, you need to experience a "change of heart". That is, at times-- acceptance and move on. Move on to a place, where there is no more bitterness, tears, or sorrow. Acquire a state peace that is through Christ Jesus. In that place, there is forgiveness toward others....it is a requirement to be able to go there. As well, you must see Christ in all of your relationships, as Christ loves and died for all mankind. It may not take your cross away, but He helps you to carry it by coping-- giving your problem over to Christ, says you no longer carry the burden alone. "I can do all things through Christ who strengeth me." Wellness is a decision. We are much more than physical beings, we are also spiritual. You have to work at it, body, mind, and spiritually.

He is always ready to take on your concerns when you are ready to ask Him. Experiencing life with the "peace of mind" which brings about your happiness and health, is acquired through the love Christ. He will provide, sustain and strengthen you throughout your journey each and everyday of your life, if you let Him. Do you? Like your cars, we all need a little oil now and then, why not begin your renewal today--a Springtime overhaul to leave the darkness of Winter behind.

Adam and Eve and, What happened in the garden.

Last night in Worcester, church members gathered to celebrate the restoration of Icons as part of the Orthodox Worship service, which previously, had been taken from the early church. It was not lawful to have or show Icons of any type on your person or in your home, and to do so was a crime punishable by death. Part of the ceremony last night included the carrying of Icons by a representative from each church present. As they did so, they sang the following (in part): "We Venerate Thy Sacred Icon O Good One". This implies that we hold dear and precious, "Icons," as we do the cross and bible. It is very much part of our Orthodox Worship. We reverence, and kiss Icons as part of what we do.

Last night, we were not in attendance, as John my husband, is very reactionary to the fast foods and was in distress. This happens to him each year as the adjustment is made, initially. Prefast is over, and we Orthodox are now in the "fast." The fast is not optional. Fasting can be taken under advisement of the parish priest, as circumstances arise.

Today, our priest spoke about last night briefly in his homily, saying in short, that it is too bad that more people can't take more time out of their busy lives and schedule to remember the importance of what our forefathers lost their lives for. They fought for the right to venerate the Icons that were part of the Christan faith from the beginning. It is so true...We need to understand the importance of   all that is given to us this time of the year; prayer--embrace the fast; attend the services; receive the Sacraments; and give alms, in order that we may draw near to Christ our Savior.

Today we find ourselves back in the garden, where all mankind became tarnished. The connection to Icons is Image. Man was created by God, unlike all other creations, we have been created in the image and likeness of God. 

We are to recall that in that garden, God specifically gave Adam and Eve the order "not to". Some say it was  the apple, or fruit from the tree of knowledge.  It sounds like the battle in heaven with the angels, one that pridefully challenged the authority of God... That fallen angel was ousted by St. Michael and his army of angels.

Adam and Eve, had "free will" they had to decide...they had a choice. That choice was whether they would or would not obey God when God said, Not To. Pridefully, they would decide to have it their own way. Rejecting God's authority and command, they did it anyway. Disobeying God has it's consequences.

Yes, we live in a fallen world. A world in which people of their own "free will" will have it their own way, because we all know what is best for us. The bible makes it "crystal clear" what God wants of us. Obviously, many do not care about what God wants.

This season of lent, we will feast on new words, some of our priest, who will instruct us on how to  learn how to "listen to what God wants of us. What does God want from us," His children? It is clearly found in His Word and in His Commandments.

Now you know most children are obstinate, and they want what they want-- and when, and if, they want it. We hear them question our authority. Can we have it both ways? We are to choose...Think wisely, it has it's reward or punishment.  Adam & Eve said "No" to God in the garden, and look where their disobedience got them--anything but paradise. We are all children, God's children...

God is speaking to you through His Word, the Liturgy, and all we hold as part of our Orthodox Worship, and teaching, which has not changed since the beginning of  Christian  Journey, for some two thousand years. On this Sunday of Orthodoxy, when "We Venerate Thy Sacred Icon, O Good One, " we need to listen ...Come and hear. And like the Icons of the past, let us be "restored" to our rightful place-- Paradise forevermore.

Beauty is in the mind of the beholder

Working together with two-year-old Ryan in his ABC book, we came to a picture of scissors and immediately, he told me that he didn't like them. Oh, I said, why not? The answer didn't take long, and it was something that we all know. Because mommy cuts my nails. Then, came the subject of hair cutting. Recently, he had a haircut which was, as his brother Nathan said, not something he liked, as he screamed and carried on....They did the best they could. After telling me about the ordeal, Ryan looked at me and as he smiled, he said as he touch his head, "beautiful." It was the first time I heard him say that word.

Then, he told me that he didn't like his mother going to work. I've heard that before, I told him, Nathan used to tell me the same thing.  I then said, Nathan used to play with grandma, now he goes to school on the bus. Now I play with Ryan. But what is grandma going to do when Ryan goes to school on the bus? Thinking and rather quickly, he got it. And, in a tone of understanding, he said, "you can cook for grampy."

Two is an age when you can begin to have a conversation. Yes, they understood before, but now they are learning to use their words. They are very smart and will surprise you at every turn, having observed each and every move. Later in the day, he wanted his Binky, and has a difficult time letting it go. The exception is at bedtime, and although it is difficult, I don't give in. So immediately, he wants his mommy. I took him outdoors, where he used his lawnmower on the pavement, then it was the wheel barrel. He loves outdoor work, and forgot all about the Binky. A change in scenery usually works. Sometimes, its a ride in grandma's car. Even though this was the first day of spring, it was cold. I let him sit in the front seat of my parked car. Of course, he was thrilled, saying "broom-broom." Then, he smiled at me, and asked me if I wanted music.

Yes, at two, he knows me quite well. And I know that they grow up so fast. I'm holding on to each and every beautiful word and moment that I spend with my family, and grandchildren. Spring is here, it won't be long before we're watering flowers, blowing bubbles, swinging in the back yard, having picnics and playing in the screen-covered sand box. And, of course, there is baseball, fireworks and the beach.

He Does Not Know

I wonder does he know, know that he's two. Little Ryan refuses to wear a bib because he's too big. Yet at his house he place his doo-doo blanket on me saying it was my bib, and as he proceeded upstairs to his kitchen, he would return with soup he made, because it was good for me. I think sometimes he thinks he's older than me. His dad left me a note with instructions on what clicker to use for the television, in order to play a DVD for little Ryan. Before I could finish, Ryan was inserting the disc. He already knows how to run all the computers as well. I'm sure he's two but it's hard to understand how he could be so smart. He wants to do everything himself, as if he were taking care of me.

Later, during the afternoon, Ryan wanted a favorite toy located on the top shelf, and no daddy couldn't get it,(he was working) and neither could I. Lo and behold out came the stool, the type that you place in front of the sink to brush your teeth. It held me, and reaching upward, I still couldn't reach. He then provided me with his fishing pole, and sure enough, I was able to bring it down with a tap. How does one reason all that at two years old? We had more fun trying to catch the butterflies with the nets as they were driven upward by a blower. He laughs so freely.

We spend the day, painting and reading and when I was driving him home to meet his brother who was coming home on the bus, he noticed we were using a different route. So when asked, I told him we were taking a short cut. Later in the day, he told me we took a short cut just like he understood perfectly. It's hard to believe that he is two.

I look forward to seeing him each week and each week we share new foods. Yesterday, I gave him carrot juice to try--it was picky that means he doesn't like it, but sweetly spares my feelings. I've never seen a two-year-old eat black olives the way he does. He likes syrup on most everything, and always wants to make eggs, beating them in the bowl while standing on a stool, which he provides.

Yesterday, he slept in a youth bed, as he was told he's not a baby but a big boy. He's growing so fast. Do I think for a moment that he thinks he's two? No way....

No matter what the age, we have become very good friends.

Say What

Great movies have come out throughout the years which are biblically based. Does that mean that they are accurate? I rather doubt it. Yet, they caputure diverse audiences of all ages. What does that say in my mind? It says that there is something in it for those who it captivates. Why else would you watch it...but to learn "what is in it for me?"

I have watched "The Bible" currently being featured on the History Channel. Why? Not to find Theological Value, but to be entertained. They are just stories, those I've heard before, with the author's twist or take on the subject. It is entertainment.

Stories of the bible never grow old because there is something greater in all of it than what can possibly be told by a television series, or movie. Yet, I've seen, in a time when faith seems to be at a standstill, much interest. How could that be?

It maybe that eveyone watching takes something away. Will it provoke you to the search for genuine and deep answers. Maybe, it will stir something deep within, or perhaps, result in an awakening.

What came across to me so far, is that the characters who appeared,  had a knowledge of who their God was, and I noticed they conversed with Him. They were not perfect, just like you and I, they were sinners. They had purpose, as we all do. Clearly, we saw the consequences of their actions, as we all have.

God does not call the those who are qualified to serve Him, rather, He qualifies the willing. How willing are we? Will we this time hear that small voice, the one we try to muffle by all our busyiness, and really take a good look at what the message is, that so many for so long, have tried to convey to us personally. Then what? Where do you go from here?