st_theresa

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Friday, December 30, 2005

It's over

Post Christmas blues are back. I am so tired of the attitudes of the children. Always fighting and mean to each other. I feel abused. It's time to move on to other things, a new chapter in life. No more of this. God help & guide them, their parents, & their grandparents.

Monday, December 26, 2005

A Time for Everything


A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and at time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Post Christmas Blues

Christmas is over. That feeling of slight disappointment is here. I don't know why, but it seems that every year, there is this post-Christmas blues, a feeling that the day was not all that it could have been. You wonder what was missing in the day, and how you can make it better next year. By the time the next Christmas comes, you have forgotten all about it. Why do the post-Christmas blues occur? Is it the end of all the excitement? Is it all of the commercialism? Is it a feeling of need for a deeper spiritual realization? Is it my personal issues, my wishing for a closer relationship with family? Or, is it just my body coming down from the pure sugar high? I don’t know......I just seem to get this feeling that I am missing something. It's not all it is cracked up to be. Over the years the true meaning has been lost. Keep trying to find it.

Friday, December 23, 2005

St. Theresa of Avila

St. Theresa of Jesus was born on March 28th 1515 in Avila. After her parents she was called Ceped. When she was 14 years of age her mother died and her father placed her with the Augustine Sisters for education. She entered the Carmelite convent in 1536, but at first suffered a bout of sicknesses and interior struggles. In 1557 she decided to rule out anything from her life, that would withdraw her from the Lord in any way. She started a life of deep interior prayer. At that time she was longing for the return to the original rules with severe seclusion. After establishing the first reformed Carmelite Convent in 1562, she formed further such convents. When she met St. John of the Cross, she suggested to start reforming the monasteries.

Her writings became a school of deep prayer. She died in Alb de Tormes on October 1582. Because of current Gregorian reforms of the calendar, it fell on October 15th. In 1622 she was beatified and in 1970 together with St. Catherine of Siena declared a Doctor of the Chuch.

The Theresian Mystic is noted mainly for its sense of reality in the spiritual life and a personal friendship with Christ. St. Theresa greatly influenced the spiritual development of her time. Through her writings she inspired many later spiritual writers.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Depression...

Depression is much more than a state-of-mind. It's a total way of living. Why fight it? Those in the doldrums, those in despair, those in Cincinnatti, those sick and tired of trying to find a so-called "meaningful existence." What is it all about???

Once he said to me, I've always been suicidal you know. Stupid me...I say no you are not. Nobody is suicidal unless they want to be. I really did believe that. I was wrong. Some people are suicidal even though they do not want to be. I found this out the hard way. Could I have known any different?

Monday, December 19, 2005

Real World

Chewing gum, fidgeting . ... need electric shock treatment for my head, maybe zoloft would do. Internet addiction, love playing computer games. Cell phones ringing, instant message popping up, pager went off, cell phone alert, download more ring tones ...Surf the Internet, enter chat room, got a text message, play video games, surf the web, take pictures, check email, send emails, send ecards, email pictures, friggan spam, computer geek, check voice mail. What happened to the real world? Where has all my free time gone? Humm.....

Friday, December 02, 2005

Lord,make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred,let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.