Dear angel, please help me find a car park

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‘Then the devil left him and behold, angels came forth and ministered to him’  Mathew 4:11

During Lent, we meditate on the life of Christ.  We recognise our sins, and our need for purification.  There is also room for joy.  We must be reminded by the stories of Our Lord during this time, that God will not leave our side.  He will send his angels to be our companions on this journey. 

Devotion of our guardian angels has been in existence since the first Christians.  They have an angelic mission in all human life.  Traditionally, they are described as powerful friends, placed by God, alongside each and every one of us.  To accompany us.  We are invited to make friends with them, and get them to help us.  Whether we are baptised, or not, we have our own angel.  They give us courage like in the days of St. Peter when they freed him from prison.  They were there to guard Moses in Exodus 23:20.  They have always delivered   messages from their God.  Their mission is to help men in the face all temptations and dangers. To help us in choosing good rather than evil.   If it is good for ourselves and others, they can also give us material help.  Maybe you have experienced their help? Maybe you’ve been privileged to see one?  Though they have been known to help with warnings about danger, we should never hesitate to ask them for their co-operation in the most menial tasks like finding a car park.  A bargain at the store or the perfect gift for a special someone. We must treat them like we would a good friend.  It is such a pity when we forget or ignore their company.   From the moment of conception, to our death, our angel will not leave our side.   Unlike God, our angels can not read our thoughts, therefore we must talk to them regularly.  We must tell them how we feel, what it is which is on our mind. 

Last prison of Sts Peter & Paul, Roma

We can pray to our enemies angels to help us get along better.  For our friendships to be ones which behold better communication skills than before. For the protection of our loved ones. 

Ask them to take up to the Lord, our good will and that the spiritual waters of Lent will run deep within our souls.  Let us ask Our Lady who was spoken to by the Archangel Gabriel, to teach us to get to know our angels better particularly this Lent.  

O angel of God,

My guardian dear,

To whom God’s love commits me here,

Ever this day be at my side,

To light and guard to rule and guide, Amen.

Roma

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moonlighting in la la land.

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Since September, it’s rained a lot which is unusual for the Wild West.   I’ve been in my own la la land.  I’ve been moonlighting in Paris & Rome with relics of my friends the saints. 

St. Catherine Laboure
I’ve been picking flowers, planting more and watching others bloom or die. 


 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 absent from my blog, yet present in my life.  I’ve been at the beach with ten kids for ten days.  


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.



I explained to him I was just closing my eyes yet I was wide awake.

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,

Leah 🌿

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.  

Berry good gluten-free cake in a mug

This week, we celebrated the queenship of a sweet Lady, where because she is the perfect example of a devoted mother, she was crowned queen of heaven.  Oh the benefits of having this heavenly help!  Mother Mary guides me to loving her son more and helping me with my own children.  

This week,   The kids have been off their food because they have colds and sore throats.  The toddler is asking for cake.  Sugary cakes will bring down their immunity further, not these cakes!

Have you ever tried Mug cakes?  

You need a microwave for this recipe.  I rarely use the microwave (husband bought) unless I’m heating up the heat bag.

Try Sarah Wilson’s recipe for strawberry cheesecake muggin-

1/4 cup almond meal or gluten-free plain flour

2 tablespoons organic desiccated coconut (if it’s not organic,dried fruit will have Sulfur dioxide to stop it from turning black due to oxidisation, this preservative isn’t good for asthmatics)

1/4 teaspoon baking powder

1 tablespoon pistachios, chopped, plus extra to serve

1 tablespoon of berry chia jam or 2-3 strawberries (organic is best, too many pesticides otherwise) chopped, plus extra for serving.  (The only sweetener in this recipe is a small about of rice malt in the jam.)

1/4 cup milk of any kind.

1 tablespoon full-fat ricotta, plus extra to serve (Or homemade cream cheese which is so easy to make, anyone interested in a post on how I do this? Please say in comments) 

Please all of the ingredients into a massive microwave-safe mug and mix with a spoon. (My darling sister gave me the massive mug featured, however they sell them for a few dollars in Target)

I placed them in for 1 min 20 secs, although the recipe stated 2 minutes, the cake overflowed, you may have to adapt this, depending on the power of your microwave.

Serve with dollop of ricotta and the extra pistachios and jam or berries. 

 Omit dairy or add dairy free for vegan.

Come back tomorrow to see a post on boosting immunity gummies instead of lollies that will kill your guts! 

Happy sweet Thursday friends, 

Leah 🌿

The heavens opened


Today we celebrated an important feast day, a holy day of obligation.  Which is to be treated like a Sunday mass, where a catholic must attend.  The littlest boy insisted on wearing his basketball singlet over his dinosaur shirt as he does daily.

The ‘assumption or falling asleep’ of the Blessed Virgin Mary.  Where at the end of her earthly life, she ascended into heaven, body & soul.  This dogma was defined since 1950 by Pope Pius XII.   

Many assume that Catholics worship Mary.  This is far from the truth.

We love her like a child loves his mother.

We wish to imitate her because she served the Lord completely, never straying from her son’s side when others abandoned Him.

We have statues of her not because they are idols, but because they are tangible reminders of her and because cameras were not invented. 

We call her our mother because at the cross, Jesus told St. John she was and I believe in His word.

I pray for her intercession, to help me in my motherhood to love Jesus and my children like she does.

We celebrated by eating egg smash bowls (slow cooked root plants, from last nights left overs mashed with butter) and kombucha for brunch.  We planned that after piano lessons, for the afternoon we would then headed off to fossick amongst the rocks, splash in the salt water with friends who couldn’t gather up at our usual homeschooling day.  The heavens opened as we shared a gluten free, organic dark chocolate slice (biscuit dough pushed down and baked in a tray instead of rolled into balls and pushed down as a biscuit.  It turns out like a brownie) which our 12 year old baked.  For a short but sweet time, a mere few mumma friends in the hood and I sipped warm drinks under the shelter of some peppermint trees.

Heading home, we thanked God for 7 things that we were grateful for.  Something that struck me from a recent post over at Thehomeschoolmomblog.wordpress.com as our 5 year old seemed to be intent on seeing all the things she did not have, rather than the things she did.  Tomorrow, I am looking forward to hearing all of the things my girls and Boy are grateful for.  Our 2 year old even piped in and clearly said “Thank you God for dinosaurs and basketballs”  


Amen to that and happy feast day!

Leah 🌿🌹

Fermented blessings


(Previously shrineon.me.)

So starting from scratch and to cut a long flower story short, on this blog, you’ll read simple little stories of our life.  Because years ago, when I realised the importance of simple things.  The healing began.  God heals  my soul through frequent confession and my gut through gluten & sugar free living.

I’ll be posting about these lifestyle changes and other blessings in my life.  How I embrace grey hair, Catholicism and homeschooling.  What it’s like to be a mum of a toddler who wrecks our house, but has blessed our lives.  Not to mention, living with kids in university.   I’m trying to live the little things.  

Though my grandmother died when she was a young mum.  She has always been present in my life.  I’ve out lived her, as has my favourite father, his sister and her grandchildren.  Her stomach and bowel issues claimed her life.  However, I have prayed to her forever and I believe that God has helped me through her intercession.  Grandmothers know best!

Apart from getting married and having children, the next best thing I did in life was going gluten free and cutting out refined sugar. I recently purchased the book by Sarah Wilson ‘simplicious’ from target.  This is what inspired me to start a fresh blog on all my musings.  Thanks Sarah! 

Some of the content I knew, however, I love how it felt like home to me.  I was familiar with certain aspects through my qualifications in business catering.  Also because my favourite mother, brought us up with a very mindful manner not just in faith, but with an alternative and wholelistic point of view when it came to health. (You will spot my parents who shall be named Darby & Joan commenting from time to time on this little blog of my musings, because they are my greatest supporters 😊😘) However, the greatest thing I love about this book is the fact that it inspired me not to waste.  Don’t waste time, don’t waste money, don’t waste good food!  

So this is where it begins, with all things that matter to me.  God first! Bullet proof coffee second! πŸ˜‰ My marriage second, my children, their souls and their education, what we eat, my friends, my garden, my books and all the kombucha & coffee we can make together.

You can follow me on Instagram @leahshouse where I love snapping at my kids, I mean photos of what I’ve had for breakfast and the only two spells I like, ones of a floral kind and teaching my kids how to.  I also love to ramble about my book finds @leahslittlewords.  

I like to pray for my friends including you and ask if you could spare one in return.  For now I hope you can catch this batch of fermented blessings I’m throwing your way from my little house to yours.

Remember,

God loves ya!

Leah πŸŒΏπŸŒΉβ˜•οΈ