A Blessing

Today, no, tonight, we received a super, fantastic, incredible, special early wedding anniversary gift.

On April 7, next week, it is our wedding anniversary ~ thirty (yes, thirty, you read right), thirty years of marriage.

After Mass tonight, two friars from our parish trudged through the rain to bring dh and I this memorable gift.

An Apostolic Blessing.

Papal Blessings are a privilege. We received this blessing tonight, this lovely document certifying that the Holy Father has bestowed his apostolic blessing, as a gift for our anniversary day.
We are truly blessed. And I can’t say a proper enough, a suitable enough, a sufficent thank you.
Where would our family be without the friars in our parish?


A birthday gift from a dear friend and her family. A 1959 collector’s edition of Barbie. Hey Barbie and Madonna and I are all 50!

I always wanted a Barbie as a child, never got one. I always wanted to have children who would play with Barbies and my boys were never into that. Now I finally have a Barbie, my first Barbie ever!

Talk about excitement…

Today is Another Day.

And when night comes, and you look back over the day and see how fragmentary everything has been, and how much you planned that has gone undone, and all the reasons you have to be embarrassed and ashamed: just take everything exactly as it is, put it in God’s hands and leave it with Him. Then you will be able to rest in Him — really rest — and start the next day as a new life.Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein)

Yes, today is a new day … yesterday is finished…today I will try better…with the grace of God.
And maybe I will even get some sleep tonight!


The angel of the Lord declared unto Mary…

The Solemnity of the Annunciation of Our Lord. March 25.

The Annunciation is the revelation to Mary by the angel Gabriel that she would conceive a child to be born the Son of God. We celebrate this with the Feast of Annunciation on March 25, which as the Incarnation is nine months before the feast of the nativity of Jesus – Christmas.
We went to Mass this morning, we looked at Fra Angelico’s piece on the Annunciation. I nagged, er, reminded, the kids about their Lenten reading before I went to work meetings.
And on, and off, all day, I’ve prayed.
What about? I had a revelation of my own yesterday. Someone pointed out to me that I have a particular gift.
For me this was a revelation simply because I have always thought that this possible gift was no gift or talent but just part of my personality, just being me, and that my often outgoing personality, my garrulnousness if you like , could be/was/is somewhat of a pain to others. Especially to family.
In fatc, I’ve thought I’ve had no special gift.
Don’t get me wrong. This is not false humility or lack of confidence. I’ve never worried about having a gift or talent. I was good at school, at academics, at writing essays, at analysing literature. I received honours at university. But I have never shown any particular talent, have never shone at anything, music or art or whatever. I’ve done some things well and many things badly. ..I’ve always jokingly told people that the only thing that I am really good at is talking! I can talk your ear off!
So, to think that this part of my personality, used in the right way, may be a gift is surpising. Makes me feel less guilty about something of the things I do.
A nice revelation on the Annunciation, on the day we recall the revelation to Mary …
Luke, Chapter 1, verses 26-38
In the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. Having come in, the angel said to her, “Rejoice, you highly favored one! The Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women!” But when she saw him, she was greatly troubled at the saying, and considered what kind of salutation this might be. The angel said to her, “Don’t be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. Behold, you will conceive in your womb, and bring forth a son, and will call his name ‘Jesus.’ He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father, David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever. There will be no end to his Kingdom.” Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, seeing I am a virgin?” The angel answered her, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore also the holy one who is born from you will be called the Son of God. Behold, Elizabeth, your relative, also has conceived a son in her old age; and this is the sixth month with her who was called barren. For everything spoken by God is possible.” Mary said, “Behold, the handmaid of the Lord; be it to me according to your word.” The angel departed from her.


Laetare Sunday

Laetare Sunday , so called from the incipit of the Introit at Mass, “Laetare Jerusalem” (“O be joyful, Jerusalem”), is a name used for today, the fourth Sunday of the season of Lent. This Sunday is also known as Mid-Lent Sunday (in French mi-carême), and Rose Sunday, because the golden rose sent by the popes to Catholic sovereigns, used to be blessed at this time.

Priests are given the option to wear rose coloured vestments at mass held on this day, in place of the purple vestments normally worn during Lent.

Four Years Ago….



Four years ago… we moved to Sydney.We didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to leave our older sons behind.

Four years ago…we never imagined we would stay IN ONE HOUSE for four years. This is the longest my kids and I have EVER lived in one house.

We have been in Sydney four years. Woo hoo?….A lot has happened in those four years. Good things. Not so good things.

The kids have grown up ~ my youngest son is now thirteen!

And I have grown up, too – I even pre-heated the oven by myself last night, without being told. Definitely Woo hoo!

We have been lucky, no, blessed, here in Sydney, to find good friends, friends who care, friends who don ‘t judge, friends who have fun… and are lucky, no, blessed, to live in a prayerful parish with friars who support us all with prayers and good works and reverent masses.

Four years.

Of St Joseph

The feast day of St Joseph.

We have our large statue as part of our dining table centrepiece.

We prayed at Latin Mass.

We beseech Thee, O Lord, that we may be helped by the merits of the Spouse of Thy most holy Mother, so that what we cannot obtain of ourselves, may be given to us through his intercession.

Sanctissime Genitricis tuae Sponsi, quaesumus, Dominie, meritis adjuvemur: ut, quod possibilitas nostra non obtinet, ejus nobis intercessione donetur

Shared a coffee with a the kids and a friar, for the anniversary of his simple vows.

Went to Women’s Group from our parish after work, a meeting I organised to be held at a coffee shop at a local shopping centre ( of course, where else would I organise this? ). We talked about our Lent so far, our thoughts, our laughter, our things that need prayer, our questions ( do you fast on the feast day of St Joseph? As if!). I left money at home for takeaway pizza for dinner for dh and the kids ( feasting on the feast of St Joseph) and some purple ( purple for Saint Joseph) wrapped chocolate for them all for dessert.

Came home after ten pm, randomly selected an activity from our Lenten basket , to do with the kids. Writing meanings for REDEMPTION. I wrote down suggestions, in pink ( since we have Laetare Sunday, rose vestments, this weekend. My mind makes weird connections). And dealt with some resistance from two of the kids, who think mum’s activities are dumb ( well, they are, but sometimes it is the little dumb things that we do that make memories, that hold us together…I think..).

Finished the night with emails I had promised to send, with prayer and with Stargate Atlantis. And exhaustion – I had such a busy day of ( lack of sleep, can’t sleep well right now..) work prep, weeding, mopping, sweeping, laundry, working out, work at my Kumon centre, parent meetings at work – and then all the above to celebrate!
religion, Unschooling

The Irish and the French

Today at French class, we learned French.
Yes. But we also celebrated St Patrick’s Day. With green balloons (singing quatre vingt dix neuf ballons verts), green snakes with French proverbs…green eyeshadow…for mum.

Peppermint mud cake with green peppermint chips…and hearing about St Patrick.

Tonight at Mass we heard more about St Patrick, about the shamrock and the Trinity, about being an example of Christianity…..after Mass, we had green seven herb vichysoisse….

And Bailey’s Irish Cream for the adults….
With a choice of green peppermint chocolate ice cream or green pistachio gelato for dessert…with our Saints books, turned to the pages for St Patrick…singing songs by Irish bands on Singstar..and the Breastplate of St Patrick.
The Lorica, or Breastplate, of Saint Patrick is best known for only one of its verses (the one that begins “Christ with me”). But the full version incorporates all the elements of Catholic morning prayer: It is an Act of Faith (expressing the teaching on the Trinity and on Christ); an Act of Hope (in God’s protection throughout the day and throughout life, as well as in eternal eternal salvation); and an Act of Charity (in the love expressed for God). It is, therefore, an ideal morning prayer, especially for those who have a devotion to Saint Patrick.