Friday, August 28, 2015

The Gospel According to...

Lovely vintage wedding photos here.

Ashley Madison: "Life is Short; Have an Affair."

God: "Eternal Damnation is Long: Maybe Don't."

Oh, those poor Ashley Madison customers!! They signed up in good faith, assuming their secrets would be faithfully protected; that the adultery website would be a safe, secure, place. That their secrets would stay that way...forever (or at least till Death did them part!). Their hope and faith in Ashley has been BETRAYED! Those poor... oh wait.

Like that brilliant Matt Walsh guy says, Cheating on Your Spouse is not a Mistake.

"stupid enough to register their names in a database of adulterers compiled by a company whose very business is dishonesty..."

May God have mercy on Western Civ. 

Thursday, August 20, 2015

O my God, this is so beautiful

I am not one to use OMG as an interjection. My subject heading is a prayer, but it is also an invitation to you. My heart is very full. I have lost my sister-in-law Joanne to cancer. Please pray for her husband and sons.

Do yourself a favour and go pray the Office of Readings. The opening hymn alone will lift your soul, but not as much as the sermon below.

The priest in my home town gave two very beautiful homilies, at Joanne's vigil prayers and the next day at her funeral. Of the many wise and inspiring and true things he said, this one has stayed with me the longest: "Joanne enriched our lives."

Riches: how most of us hanker after them. Coincidentally (or not) our family was recently in Banff, the lovely national park in Alberta (pics to follow at some point). We hiked the mountain trails and saw much beauty. We also toured some very ritzy hotels, and I think it left some of our kids feeling kind of wistful, as they saw how the "rich" live. Well, kids, there's more to life than soaking it up in a swimming pool in the mountains and dining at a five-star restaurant and buying souvenirs (original art, gems, so forth) worth $20,000, but it all looks rather dreamy to teenagers who get told every so often in daily life, "We can't afford that."

After Father's comment (actually, during the Communion meditation hymn) at the funeral, I realized: Love is the only wealth. If you do not love, you give nothing. If you are not loved, you have nothing. Love is the only wealth. 

Of course, I have always known this. But sometimes you just need to be hit between the eyes and stabbed through the heart with the profundity of this truth.

The best news is, we are all rich beyond measure, because we are all loved, deeply and passionately, by God.

And then today, I read this sermon on Love in the Office of Readings.

From a sermon by Saint Bernard, abbot
I love because I love, I love that I may love

Love is sufficient of itself, it gives pleasure by itself and because of itself. It is its own merit, its own reward. Love looks for no cause outside itself, no effect beyond itself. Its profit lies in its practice. I love because I love, I love that I may love. Love is a great thing so long as it continually returns to its fountainhead, flows back to its source, always drawing from there the water which constantly replenishes it. Of all the movements, sensations and feelings of the soul, love is the only one in which the creature can respond to the Creator and make some sort of similar return however unequal though it be. For when God loves, all he desires is to be loved in return; the sole purpose of his love is to be loved, in the knowledge that those who love him are made happy by their love of him.

The Bridegroom’s love, or rather the love which is the Bridegroom, asks in return nothing but faithful love. Let the beloved, then, love in return. Should not a bride love, and above all, Love’s bride? Could it be that Love not be loved?

Rightly then does she give up all other feelings and give herself wholly to love alone; in giving love back, all she can do is to respond to love. And when she has poured out her whole being in love, what is that in comparison with the unceasing torrent of that original source? Clearly, lover and Love, soul and Word, bride and Bridegroom, creature and Creator do not flow with the same volume; one might as well equate a thirsty man with the fountain.

What then of the bride’s hope, her aching desire, her passionate love, her confident assurance? Is all this to wilt just because she cannot match stride for stride with her giant, any more than she can vie with honey for sweetness, rival the lamb for gentleness, show herself as white as the lily, burn as bright as the sun, be equal in love with him who is Love? No. It is true that the creature loves less because she is less. But if she loves with her whole being, nothing is lacking where everything is given. To love so ardently then is to share the marriage bond; she cannot love so much and not be totally loved, and it is in the perfect union of two hearts that complete and total marriage consists. Or are we to doubt that the soul is loved by the Word first and with a greater love?

Joanne loved like that. Her face literally glowed with the love of Christ. She enriched our lives. She died a wealthy woman. If I can attain half her holiness and joy, my life will not have been lived in vain. Pray for us, Jo. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Every so often, you have to give thanks

...that the Sixties are over. I was watching Sponge Bob Squarepants with my 11-year-old and they used this song on the background track. I'd never heard it before, but of course I immediately recognized the voice, and googled accordingly.

One thing I found remarkable was how natural and incredibly at ease he was throughout the entire performance. Cringeworthy, and it makes you wonder how Simon Cowell would have reacted, had those "Whatzit's Got Talent" or similar shows existed back then. Enjoy. Or not.


Thursday, August 6, 2015

It's almost as if they KNEW the T-shirt factory that the Riders were going to have a 0-6 (wins/losses) start to the season. Keeping calm is just about all we fans have left.

"The one thing we have to do, we have to correct our negatives," said head coach Corey Chamblin. Well, Corey, thank goodness football isn't ruled by the laws of mathematics/integers. You can't actually go below zero.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

I now pretty much officially have plans for September 17

Mrs Beazly, we've gotta book tickets, STAT. 

Alternately, we could try Windsor on the 15th. Saskatoon's own Sheepdogs are opening for them!
(Miss P #3, do you fancy a trip East? Yeah, it would be worth skipping school for a few days...)

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Well at least I'm 2 for 5

I'm gonna let you guess which two.

"She is hospitable, service-oriented, and caring to those around her. At times her anxiety and doubt are hindrances, yet by her faith she witnesses to the glory and peace of our God." 
(from Divine

St. Martha, pray for me, and all "Hw".

Yeah, blogging has been light, because the schedule has been heavy. Some things were planned, some not, but the net result is shell-shock that the weeks have been going too quickly. (After nearly 30 years of marriage/motherhood, I'm still under the delusion that just because I'm not "doing school" in July/August, that means endless hours of quiet, stillness, relaxation and leisure, when I'll catch up on all my backlogged projects. I think I'm confusing summer vacation with heaven.)

I will catch up, or die trying (that covers all the bases). I hope you're having a great summer. I am, and one of these weeks, I'll get round to telling you about it. 

Part of the yacht club (yes, really!!) at Lake Diefenbaker, SK

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

I defy even Ted Blurn to produce such a musical duo.

Your Morning Cup of Awesome: The Louvin Brothers. I'd give just about anything to hear the Avetts cover some of these fellows' tunes (especially "The Kneeling Drunkard's Plea" or "Wreck on the Highway"). I stumbled across these guys on YouTube (while sampling The Faith Tones). The Louvin Brothers' music is beyond awesome, but their album covers are also epic.

I don't think that word means what you think it means.

Of course I would not leave you hanging without posting a sample of their music. 


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

I think I've found Mr. P's Father's Day gift

Sorry, honey, I couldn't resist. You know I love you.

"Help us to begin this day joyfully in your name"

It's a lot easier to do so when you pray regularly. And it's a lot easier to pray regularly when it's all there, just laid out for you.

Lovely Saskatchewan photography found at

Friday, June 12, 2015

I was on the Albert Einstein Diet but I've switched to a new one.

Is anyone else on this diet? I suspect many of us are. I guess you could also call it the Insanity Diet. This post is pursuant to this one, in which I (happily) announced that I AM NO LONGER OVERWEIGHT. Well, one comment on that post (Mrs. Sockey, I'm looking at you) hit the nail on the head: Christmas is a tough time to 'maintain'. She wasn't whistling Dixie.

My daughter is going that extra mile to help me gain sanctity.

Miss P. #5 (though still in high school) is an aspiring pastry chef, and the other day she made baklava (something that I've never attempted). It's to die for--just as good, if not better--than any I've had in a restaurant (and much better than Costco's). Seriously difficult to pass by every 15 minutes. I've managed to limit myself to one piece per day. (Praise the Lord.)

Do not fold or bend

Cuz someone might wanna frame* that Royal Conservatory certificate, for which they paid over $100 for the exam, and thousands upon thousands for years and years of piano and vocal lessons.

Thanks, Canada Post! 

*just kidding. The kids never frame their music certificates, be they exam, festival, or scholarship.  [HUMBLEBRAG ALERT] I wouldn't have the wall space.

2015 Music Festival haul.

Thursday, June 11, 2015


...or not.


Good-bye, fake Zero; hello actual zero.

Have I ever mentioned how much I like this stuff? Some time back, a friend posted a link on Facebook to an article describing how horrible soda pop is for you. I probably don't have to provide the link (a month of scrolling on FB wouldn't help me find it anyway), since you can google such research for yourself. Old-school pop has like a zillion teaspoons of sugar, and diet pop has artificial sweeteners that probably cause things like depression and brain cancer (and don't even help you lose weight, and I can think of no other reason to drink something that tastes like dishwater).