Daily Inkling, true story, Word Prompts

Daily Inkling — My True Story!

Usually, I don’t post within my blogs anything personal; because my life is not that interesting and who cares that I burned the dinner last night anyway.

Today however the “Daily Inkling” stimulated an emotion, upon reading the prompt, inviting all to write about anything we might have with a signature and what that means to us.

My story starts here: While caring for my mother, who passed away six years ago at the early age of 98 — remembering her pleasant smile always, a gift to me, a memory and rare for someone unable to get out of bed; someone who spent her last ten months looking at the ceiling. My husband knew I had this responsibility of caring for her, all his plans of traveling here and there with me now on hold. The irony: He passed away exactly one year before her, November 2012 and she departed November 2013, just one day shy.
After they were gone; while going through their things, sorting, sifting, and separating whenever I found even just a tiny piece of their writings whether, on a note or scrap of paper, I stopped and stared at it in wonder. It was as if I saw for the first time their mindset or spirit. I thought, why did she scribble all those random words, what did they mean to her at that time? Thinking again, why did he draw that diagram, was it for me to understand something?
I kept those tiny pieces of treasures, little bits of their life that now became a precious gift, if only to myself.

Why do I blog? I imagine my loved ones TODAY perceive my blog here, they smile as they read my writings, composing of poems are a passing activity to keep my mind sharp, a hobby; while I whittle the time away!

Little do they know!

My desire for them to awaken, through the same discovering experience I received, they too will realize my written thoughts will become more than a passing activity. My family will read them in a new light. My vision for them to see ME again, to recognize and treasure any truths I learned during my journey we call life.

SoCS

Why Blog why the Voice?

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt for this week is the word “ORGAN.”

I had no idea that the word “organ” meant other than an instrument or a biological term. Not, until I check the thesaurus and found an entire catalog of understandings, such as the word “mouthpiece, or voice or channel.” Looking at these words, perhaps we could add the word “blogger” to it.

Speaking of blogging these definitions remind me of why I started a few months ago, last November.

My story began while caring for my dying husband after 50 years of marriage and my very elderly mother who passed away one year later after he did. It wasn’t till then that I found value in everything they wrote and left behind for me to pick up such as a list for the grocery store in my husband’s case; or my mom’s lifestyle she would write down random words, over and over, that she would not forget them. I discovered then when I picked up those pieces of paper with their words and saw the value in them. A little treasure, part of them, their thoughts!

Blogging, the reason why I write now, my loved ones hopefully will someday see what I yearn to say to them, but lack time to hear my words.
The second chance will ultimately prove words will evolve into that treasure. A treasure we all seek to find and hope never to lose.

Consider too, that you also are an organ, a mouthpiece, a voice to your readers and your loved ones. Offer them valuable advice, make them proud of your thoughts about life and how you coped with the experiences both high and low.

Comment below what brought you to this wonderful activity of blogging, knowing is always fun and gives you something to think about besides your next blog post.

SoCS

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A Find! A Treasure

A find, a treasure found in a Thrift store. A treasure to me, but to another, it might have been tossed away, and forgotten. Think about the fact that for someone to have given it away just like that; furthermore by the grace of God this little treasure was found.
Found not be me, but a friend who gave it to me, knowing someday I would appreciate its contents.011
A diary of a sort, or notebook of thoughts, prayers, a part of her life. She was born in 1885, married in 1912 and wrote beautiful meditations of the Mass, Stations of the Cross, Mysteries of the rosary. One phrase, in particular, written therein I had to research it on the Internet for the true meaning and origin. She speaks of the “princes of Thy Kingdom with an increase of Felicity and Beatitude.” (Princes = plural for angels) This phrase is mentioned over and over throughout her writings.

My research via the Internet brought me to this text in the publication titled “Life of St. Gertrude.” The book reads:

“As the Feast of St. Michael approached, St. Gertrude prepared herself for Holy Communion by meditation on the care which the angels had of her, by the divine command, notwithstanding her unworthiness. And as she desires to render some return to them, she offered in their honor the life-giving Body and Blood of Jesus in the Most Holy Sacrament. Her words: “I offer You this most august Sacrament, O most loving Lord, for Your eternal glory, in honor of the princes of Your Kingdom and for the increase of their felicity and Beatitude.”
Then our Lord drew this oblation to Himself in an ineffable manner, thereby causing the greatest joy to these angel spirits, who appeared even as if they had never before experienced such blessedness and superabounded in delights. Then each of the choirs of angels, according to their rank, inclined respectfully before St. Gertrude, saying: “You have indeed honored us by this oblation, and we will, therefore, guard you with special care” ( Life of St. Gertrude, IV, ch. 54, p. 462).
Moreover, thereafter a representative from each of the first six choirs approached her to thank her and promised her special graces in gratitude: 1) the Angels promised special protection; 2) the Archangels, light into the divine mysteries; 3) the Virtues, assistance in her writings and meditations; 4) the Dominations, by their praise and intercession to make good any negligence on her part; 5) the Principalities, to adorn her and present her to God; 6) the Powers, to remove every impediment to her spiritual growth (ibid, pp. 463)

The more I study this little treasure, the more I feel as if I know this woman. Based on a few things she writes about herself, I know her name at birth was Iva Myrtle Fonts, she was born in 1885; if alive today she would be 133 years old this coming June. She married at age 27 becoming Myrtle Doyle (she addressed herself always as Myrtle Doyle) and widowed at the age of 51.
I am beginning to see a picture of the young Myrtle struggling with her path; choosing either a religious or married vocation. One of her entries she writes a personal note addressed to Mary, the mother of Jesus. “Please take me home Mary sweet mother, your wandering child who did not know her mother’s voice when she called her years ago. Mary, sweet mother, forgive me, please do and come with Jesus for me. The most unworthy one that God has made thirsty for flames of Divine Love to consume her … My God the life of my soul. Please consume me for I am no more but all Thine.”
There is also a tiny picture of a woman in nuns habit which she marked it Myrtle age 55.
Her meditations about the Latin Mass of All Times are quite inspirational; how she relates all to the sufferings of Jesus as an example when the priest enters the sanctuary he kisses the altar, she writes of how Jesus now betrayed with a kiss. The priest says Dominus Vobiscum, (The Lord be with you) Myrtle mentions of how when Jesus looked at Peter when Peter denied him, Peters conversion was elevated.
I can relate to this because it is my belief also that we convert in degrees according to grace, some are at a higher level as we progress closer to our goal. We continue to go forward as long as we are committed to God’s Will.
There are so many beautiful thoughts in this little booklet, the subject of this post and written in Myrtle’s hand. I hope that it is not only a treasure for Traditional Catholics who remember the Church before Vatican II adaptions to the world but to everyone reading this post.

 

 

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A PIOUS BELIEF Things Watery

THINGS WATERY my contribution; a reblog of my post on January 20.
This idea of “things watery” reminds me of a pious little story presented here below:

Here is a little story, I am sure many of you, especially those who attended Catholic Schools back in the 40’s – 50’s have heard.

One happy, perfect day in heaven it was decided a contest was in the making for the angels. The rules were they would fly down to earth and find a gift for the Baby Jesus. Whosoever would find the best gift was the winner.

Anxious as they all were they polished their wings and got ready to take off, “Get ready, get set, and GO!” Wings started to flutter; it seems a hurricane entered heaven.

Landing deep within a lush rural forest one such angel found the most beautiful flower, with a luxurious fragrance that seemed to fill the entire forest.

Another angel witnessed the birth of a perfect child with lovely thick locks of hair that seemed to cover its entire head. So the angel just clipped only one to take back to heaven.

Several angels brought back nuggets of pure gold and silver, while still, others found gems that shone like the sun. While others even captured the golden rays from the sun, wrapped them up in glistening threads and carried them back to heaven.

One little angel left with nothing to bring since it seemed that everything already was presented to the new-born King.

The little angel wandered around with his wings held down, still looking, never giving up. Suddenly upon passing a Church, the angel heard some sobbing, stopping to listen through the walls, angels can do that you already know, he heard and saw a human crying in the confessional with tears rolling down their cheeks. The angel also started to tear up. The little angel carefully and very gently lifted but one tear and quickly brought it to the Baby Jesus.

Can you guess what treasure that the King was pleased after seeing all the found riches?

Yes, you are correct.

End of the story