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I’ve been dealing with some important family issues. While the elder two are at university studying history and nursing, we’ve been engrossed in our study of the Human body and the Middle Ages. For pre- primary and year 4, we are using the rather fabulous project pack: Knight Games which is a ready to assemble hands on unit approach lapbook from In the Hands of a Child (complete review coming soon).
Miss five who swears mushrooms taste exactly like eyeballs, has been busy illustrating a book of her narrations. This term we are using Aesop’s Fables along side IEW’s Primary Arts of Language: writing, for the story summary section.
I’ve been drinking copious amounts of espressos and introduced to a new drink which has a sweet taste: cold brew coffee. The last 6 months have been played like the song which was written by Geoff Mack and made popular by Lucky star. The one which Hank Snow, Johnny Cash and my own dear mum sang, I’ve been everywhere man! And now all of a sudden, it’s Lent which means my favourite colour purple is used liturgically.
Our youngest son often talks about Jesus dying on the cross. He wears a basketball shirt everyday. He makes sure he practices shooting hoops. He acts like the point guard. He never gives up, he keeps score even when he’s misses the basket time and again. He also searches for rosary beads or priestly stole from our Montessori mass kit constantly, to drape around his shoulders like he’s putting on his armour to fight the good fight. He thought I was asleep in the featured photo.
As a child, we don’t want to miss anything, our eyes are wide open, we need help with filtering what’s good for them and what isn’t. I realised, as an adult, I close my eyes a lot. I close them to sleep yes, It maybe Ash Wednesday with sushi for dinner made by miss eight, but I’m not a fish right?
However much I’d like to catch more shut eye, I’m not writing about sleep. I close my eyes when I received the ashes on my forehead this morning. I closed them when I received Our Lord in holy communion. I close them when I hear bad news and beg for God’s help. I close them when I hear good news and thank God for His blessings. I close them when I think of the hidden past and of the bright future. I close them to cry. I close them if I’m in pain, and during the shower as the water massages my aging face. I close my eyes in my Pilates class to concentrate on finding my core again which I’m sure I left back on a trampoline somewhere over east along with my pelvic floor! I even close them at the movies, in the shops or elsewhere to avoid sin. I’m a visual person so I often have to look away. I’ve been trying to breathe more the presence of God in each facet of my life. I’m doing a Marian consecration using the book True devotion to Mary by St. Louis de Montford and I’m closing my eyes where I can so I can focus. This has had me feel the need to close Instagram over lent so I’m not distracted.
On the flip side, I must not close my eyes when I shouldn’t. With proper guidance, I need to be like the little child and have them wide open. I’m able to see better where my temptations lie. I want to keep my eyes wide open when they need to be. So I can see what kind of wife I need to be to the actual love of my life, my husband, who is suddenly growing a distinguished beard! I hope to truly see what our children’s needs are for food requirements, discipline or one on one time. I pray to see more clearly, when Mount Mumma (that would be volcanic me) is about to blow and why. I can see I’m often too proud and need to eat humble pie, frequently. I can see the Word of God in my minds eye and how it resonances in my life. I can see that I needed my reading of the Bible to be more spiritually contemplative this year, rather than a scripture study, so I purchased Catholic Women’s Devotional Bible and made it my New Year’s resolution to read it everyday. I purchased a Protestant Tyndale bible journal and I can see how I enjoy sketching. I can see our house needs more clearing out of things we don’t need, things which aren’t our favourite which collect dust. By the current readings of the mass, I can see who my true friends are and that I need to be able to spot my enemies. I can see I need to love them all.
My findings have been that when you are searching to live a life of intention, you must say yes to the Holy Spirit like Our Lady did. During this lent, I’m going to commit to looking after myself better so that I can do my job properly. Mothering is very important and it requires focus. With work must also come adequate rest. What is God asking of me? Is there anything I’m not seeing which needs to be addressed this Lent? I must be like the point guard in basketball. A point guard (PG), is one of the five positions in a regulation basketball game. He or she is perhaps the most specialized role of any position. They are expected to run the team’s offense by controlling the ball and making sure that it gets to the right players at the right time. Above all, the point guard must totally understand and accept their coach’s game plan. A point guard, like other player positions in basketball, specializes in certain skills. A point guard’s primary job is to facilitate scoring opportunities for his/her team, or sometimes for themselves. This involves setting up plays on the court, getting the ball to the teammate in the best position to score, and controlling the tempo of the game. A point guard should know when and how to instigate a fast break and when and how to initiate the more deliberate sets. Point guards are expected to be vocal floor leaders. A point guard needs always to have in mind the times on the shot clock and the game clock, the score, the numbers of remaining timeouts for both teams, etc. A point guard primarily defends on the perimeter, just as he primarily plays on the perimeter on offense. On defense, the point guard is tasked with making the opposing point guard as ineffective as possible. A defensive point guard will try to accomplish this with constant pressure on the ball, making it difficult to maintain possession. A defensive point guard will also pressure opponents in passing lanes in an attempt to generate steals and scoring opportunities for his team’ (Wikipedia – the role of the point guard) . Do I value my role? Could I improve on a few things this lent?
During Lent, I can see my inner self, a reflection in God’s eye. What I will offer up? what I will do more of is personal and up to me. I’ll play my part over the next forty days to examine my conscience, which should enable me to pick up my cross and carry it, like the one traced on my forehead. I close my eyes to remember the ashes I’m made of and to contemplate the passion. I will follow the Lord. I’ve somewhat adapted the words of Johnny Nash,
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) purple- filled day
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright (bright) purple-filled day.
Lent is a time to pray, fast, make changes, set good habits, live intentionally, deny oneself receive grace, so you can be on guard, stay wide awake and bloom for Jesus like the flowers in the springtime which needed the rain,
P.s if you haven’t given up movies for lent, then I recommend Mom’s Night Out for a hilarious laugh and some great truths about mamahood.