March 18, 2016
Prayers tonight are for faith.
March 15, 2016
If eyes are the windows of the soul, the fact that Harry has his mother's eyes tells us that despite looking like James, his resemblance to his mother is the most striking thing about him. Both Lily and James are magical, of course, but this just furthers the emphasis on his pedigree as being a child of creative people and therefore being a child born to magic.
Muggles pretty much fade into the background as being people who don't really "see" the world around them. Most of the muggles we come across are perfectly normal as well. This is completely contrasted by the very diverse and whimsical world of magic that Harry finds himself in, where practically anything can happen, because magic. This really makes the books start to fall apart when you think too hard about them, because the way magic behaves doesn't make a lot of sense at all. But if you consider that magic is an allegory for imagination, then it doesn't have to make sense, because imagination isn't always linear and doesn't necessarily conform to rules as such. Our brains are powerful tools, but we aren't always in control of our thoughts or able to articulate or formulate things terribly well.
We can also look at the characters in the story to see how this relationship is furthered. Let's take a look at three particular characters: Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Filch. Dumbledore is seen as the equal to and better of Voldemort. A lot of Dumbledore's quotes get thrown around as being wisdom, but when you start to dissect and really consider it, they're often times nonsensical. There are elements of truth to them and they hit your ear well, but they don't always stand to reason. If Dumbledore is the embodiment of imagination at its best, then it doesn't matter that he doesn't always make sense. He's an artist in the purest sense. He's powerful because he's unlocked his mind to the possibilities within it, and he may not always make a lot of sense to everyone else, but he understands the world in a way most wizards and witches can't comprehend, simply by understanding the power of imagination. Voldemort becomes the embodiment of misuse of imagination. He wants the kind of power that Dumbledore has, and if we accept the hints to Dumbledore's dark past, he may well have been on his way to discovering for himself how to unlock those secrets. Perhaps by delving into the darkest possibilities of imagination, Dumbledore gained understanding and wisdom of magic that surpassed all others, and perhaps Voldemort might have reached the same enlightenment and his "evil" ways were the result of frustrations at not being able to unlock these mysteries in an immediate sense. Or perhaps Voldemort embodies the kind of awful and sick things that come with misuse of imagination; his lack of control counters Dumbledore's mastery. The struggle between darker musings of the brain such as depression, and the lighter side of the brain when creativity flows. Lastly, Filch being one of the only squibs we see in the series. He comes from a wizarding family but has no magic. Filch is often depicted as irritable, but he's hardly as creative in his punishments as we're lead to believe. He's a care taker and even with is apparent interest in capitol punishment, forcing students to clean or work as a form of punishment or to beat/torture them are hardly novel concepts. These things have been done for ages. He's a man living in a world of whimsy and creativity, but he doesn't seem to possess an ounce of it for himself. He's practically as Dursley-ish and uninteresting as any other muggle in the book.
I could go on and on, but I think I've taken up enough time just tossing some ideas out there.
Today's prayer is for creation.
March 14, 2016
Today's prayer is for joy.
It's not that I don't have time to blog. I could make time if I wanted to. It's just that my brain isn't working the same way it used to. I'm literally adjusting to a different life now. Every time something big happens in my life, I become a slightly different person. I don't think my brain knows how to cope with all this change and blog every day.
I mean there are interruptions as well. Just writing that short paragraph, I was interrupted twice by both of my kids. It's my first day alone with both of them. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to go to the park. Well it wasn't my idea; Bishop was insisting heavily on getting his shoes on and going bye bye. He's just too cute to say no to. He also got 3 bites of my donut just because he said please so nicely. Anyway our trip to the park just ended up being a short walk cause I realized it was a stupid idea to let Bishop run around while I had a baby strapped to me. I can't run very fast that way. So he's playing outside instead. He's making a huge mess but at least I don't have to chase after him.
March 13, 2016
It's a strange feeling to be coming back to a point in life from ten years ago, but I look forward to seeing where this plot is going!
Today's prayer is for love.
March 12, 2016
Today I had one of my Ministry Formation classes, this one was on recent Church history from the 1600's onward. It's crazy how much history went down in four hundred years. Then again, it's crazy how much history went down over history. We look back on our past with a nebulous sense of happening, but when you stop to examine it, there is an overwhelming sense of liveliness. Someone lived these things. People lived these things. This is where we come from. It doesn't matter what your culture is or who you are now. In the time that humans have existed events happened which have shaped all of us and brought us to this point in time today. We, in turn, are shaping the events of tomorrow. Whether we're the people who will be remembered in the centuries to come or the faceless crowd that lived it is both up to us and entirely out of our hands.
Today's prayer is for hope.
Yesterday's prayer was for faith.
March 10, 2016
Today's prayer is for faith.
March 9, 2016
Today's prayer is for vocations.
March 8, 2016
Answer: the entire fridge got moldy. Everything inside. For some reason the concept that things are securely wrapped did not give me pause to consider that they may not be as secure as I'd like to think, or that the fridge would take to molding so rapidly in just a week. These things are meant to be cold for a reason, and it is honestly INSANE what happens inside of a fridge when it gets warm.
Today's prayer is for the RCIA candidates. Yesterday's was for our priests.
March 6, 2016
March 5, 2016
Today I did a lot of adult things, hence the title. I mean, seriously today was the most adult day I've ever done. Let me break it down for you:
Yesterday I came home to find that the elliptical I bought just before the fridge died and consequently couldn't return arrived. Well, I could have but it would have been a pain and honestly I wanted to keep it since I used Christmas money to buy it. Part of me wanted to spend the evening putting it together, but the other part of me decided that I might do something on a Friday night, so I decided not to and watched Charlotte's Web instead (this is not the adult part, obviously).
This morning I woke up really early for a Saturday and came downstairs to begin to put my elliptical together. It took an hour to get it halfway built and then I had to go do my taxes. I spent another hour doing taxes with my rep (btw, if you need a good tax rep hit me up, my people are topnotch!). On my way back into town, I decided to take my boss up on the offer for overtime and spent three hours at work. After that I went shopping because I have no food in the house, then I came home and spent the next hour finishing building my elliptical. Immediately after, I decided to test it out and pushed myself to do ten minutes of exercise. I know it doesn't sound like much, but you don't want to hurt yourself, and this little machine is pretty intense. I'm sure I'll get my money out of it and I look forward to working my way up to doing more.
I remember when I was a kid, Saturdays were all about video games and relaxing. I feel much more fulfilled today actually doing things. A piece of my childhood soul has died.
Today's prayer is for my church's missionary team.
March 4, 2016
First I'll start by saying Marshall was breech. He was breech since the first time they looked at him on the ultrasound and of course there was plenty of time for him to turn around since then but he never did. The doctor checked at 35 weeks, still breech. I made a weak effort to turn him based on stuff I read on the internet. The doctor checked him at almost 37 weeks, still breech. I made a panicked effort to flip him at home almost daily because I realized his chances of flipping were growing slimmer. In the meantime, we made an appointment to have him flipped by doctors on the morning of the 23rd. If it was successful, it would ensure that he was delivered safely and naturally. If it was unsuccessful, it would mean I would need a c-section.
On the morning of the 22nd, I was waking up and preparing myself to get out of bed when my water broke. I was pretty sure he had not flipped on his own so I knew there was a very high chance of getting a c-section. I called John who was at work already and he rushed home to get me. Bishop was born 4 hours after my water broke so we knew the clock was ticking and Marshall would probably be here even faster. We drove to the hospital with Bishop because his babysitter for the day was meeting us there. By the time we get there, my contractions are pretty painful so we went right to the front entrance. We are greeted by Linda who goes to our church and also volunteers at the hospital on Mondays. It was a nice surprise to see a friendly face. She got me a wheelchair and helped us get upstairs to labor and delivery. We checked in, at some point Bishop took off with Larry and I was admitted to triage.
They checked to make sure my water had broken (which seemed like a waste of time; I had literally lost cups of it at that point). Then they checked to see how dilated I was and it was at this point they felt a foot instead of a head. So they did an ultrasound to double check and see where the head was. He was still breech of course. They explained to me that I would need a c-section because they don't deliver breech babies anymore. So I have to sign release forms and I have to talk to the anesthesiologist about how they're going to numb me during the procedure. This whole time I'm still having pretty painful contractions and I'm thinking "okay can we just hurry this up so I can stop feeling all this pain because they'll just cut him out anyway." I don't know how long it actually took them to prep the OR but it felt like forever because I was laying there just dealing with contractions.
By the time they're ready for me, I don't feel confident walking so they just wheeled me in on the bed I was already laying on. Since they had to numb me, John had to wait outside until the epidural was done. But he never got a chance to come in. As soon as they tried to move me unto the table, I had a really bad contraction. Then as soon as they got me on the table, I felt like pushing. At this point, it was just pandemonium. Doctors were yelling over each other, they were telling me not to push and that they needed to knock me out for an emergency c-section. I was panicking because I was trying not to push but my body was having none of that. Then I started screaming in pain and I just felt completely out of control. And his feet came out. Then someone tells me I need to push and I was able to calm down just enough to get him out. It took about 3 pushes total. So the c-section was cancelled. And Marshall ended up being perfectly healthy. All the doctors were very excited that things had turned out so well and I promptly decided that 2 children was more than enough. I'm pretty sure I have a small residual stress headache from the incident.
So that's the story of my little 6.5 lb, 2.5 weeks early breech baby. He is a rarity in this modern world. And in case you're wondering, John was freaking out the whole time I was in the OR. It was a little stressful for him as well. But now we have another perfect little boy. He's so tiny and Bishop seems so huge now.
|This is from today|
March 3, 2016
Would free will exist?
If life was a like a musical, would you have the choice of whether you were going to join into the musical number? Would there be times when you were a background singer/dancer whether you wanted to or not? Would it be considered social etiquette to share leading and background roles throughout your life? If it was compulsory would you have any choice? If it wasn't compulsory would it be considered rude if you opted not to join in or removed yourself from other people's numbers?
If singing and dancing was compulsory, free will couldn't exist. You would have no choice but to join in the number either as one of the leads or as a background person. Everyone would have to be synchronized in order for that to work, though, so I have to wonder if we would have some kind of sixth sense about things that would happen during musical numbers or if people would learn how to effectively stay out of each others' ways. Also, if you were in a music number as someone's arch-nemesis, would you be instantly aware that they don't like you even if you never talked with them about it (like when you meet someone and instantly know you aren't going to get along) or would your song depend on whether or not you know about this animosity and the feeling was mutual/not mutual?
If free will existed, how would you know what to sing/dance and when? Would this be learned behavior? Would classes revolve around learning how to ad-lib song lyrics and dance? Would the person who started the song be in charge of leading with tone and style or would everyone involved be free to participate. Actually, that last question sort of goes along with the free will not existing questions. How would free will even operate in that kind of environment? Would it be as easy as getting out of the number or not joining? Like, if I join in, than I am accepting the compulsory nature of the musical number, but if I choose not to, then I can go about my business and just steer clear of it. Would it be considered rude to jump into someone's background if you didn't know them? Would it be encouraged? Would people try to have the biggest musical numbers possible? Would concerts even exist? Would bands even exist?
There are a lot of unanswered questions here.
Today's prayer is for discipleship.
March 2, 2016
Today's prayer is definitely for peace!
March 1, 2016
My back went out at work today. It's the first time that's ever happened. Usually I'll be in bed when my back decides to be the most painful thing in the world ever, but not today. Instead, I spent five hours in the most intense agony ever and the rest of my night has been spent in a state of nausea which is great. I was worried when I got older that I would have to watch out for heart disease and cancer. Instead, I'm in agonizing pain every time my back goes out and I'm not yet thirty. Getting old really sucks sometimes.
Today's prayer is for peace.
Okay, I'm blogging from my phone. It feels like cheating but at this point it seems like the only practical way for me to post. I don't often have 2 free hands to type on the computer but I am able to keep my phone with me. I'm not sure if I'll be able to post links on Facebook from my phone though. I guess we'll see.
Anyway, I am now a mother of two. I'd say my mood now is tired but happy. I feel like a weight has been lifted.... literally and figuratively. I was a little stressed before about all the details: when I would go into labor, getting Bishop to a babysitter, making it to the hospital before Marshall came out, trying to flip the baby, and the possibility of a c-section. Now that it's all over with, I just feel content and happy and so in love with my new little man. All the details worked out great, although the birth was more than a little traumatic. I'll get to that story later. Here's my new cutie.