Improperium Expectavit Cor Meum

Improperium expectavit cor meum, et miseriam:
et sustinui qui simul mecum constristaretur, et non fuit:
consolantem me quaesivi, et non inveni:
et dederunt in escam meam fel, et in
siti mea potaverunt me aceto.

My heart hath expected reproach and misery;
and I looked for one that would grieve together with Me, but there was none:
I sought for one that would comfort Me, and I found none;
and they gave Me gall for My food, and in My thirst they gave Me vinegar to drink.

P S A L M  6 8 : 2 1 - 2 2

This polyphic setting by Lassus for Palm Sunday's offertory verse is my favorite. Lenten. song. ever.

On Writing Letters

  As an child/adolescent, I found letter writing difficult.  I started when I was about ten years old, when my family moved and I left my first real best friend behind.  As a ten year-old, they were very typical letters, starting out with "how are you doing? I am doing good" and mentioning one or two events that happened in the past two weeks (or months).  As I got older I began to struggle with writing because my letters seemed so dry and uninteresting.  Nothing ever happened to me that was worth writing about, so the letter would wait for weeks, then months, and by that point I felt I was the worst friend in the world for waiting so long to reply their letter!  Sometimes I would write and apologize for my long silence, but most times it was just easier not to write.  Why would they want to be friends with someone who didn't make time to write them?  Unfortunately, since becoming  full-time college student, I have not kept up my letters with my pen-pals very well.  But in the last few months of high school, I learned that letters are one of the little pleasant things in life that should not be judged on the news that they bring or on how long we take to reply to them.
"Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company."

Lord Byron 

  To write a good and enjoyable letter, we don't have to write about events and we don't have to write about what others are doing, we just have to be sincere and write what's on our heart.  We can go on tangents in letters, letting one thought lead to other thoughts and pretty soon we have a whole page filled.  As an introvert, I have found that I can express myself better on paper than in person, so sometimes I think that the picture of me my correspondents have in their heads isn't the real me because my writing doesn't sound like how I speak.  But, it sounds like how I think.  Sometimes it's hard to express our thoughts on paper because it takes so much longer to write it than to speak it, but by writing them we can work them out and refine them to express what we truly think and believe.

  In this world of instant technology and instant information, we think that correspondence must be instant between people too, but it doesn't!  A letter that was written over a period of days would be more pleasurable for a reader than one that was written five minutes after it was received.  Even after a long period of time, I always like it when I receive letters so I'm sure others feel the same!  Recently I had a pen-pal I had not written for some months, but on an impulse I wrote her a letter and she replied by saying she was glad to hear from me.  That letter, I think, is what really changed the way I looked at writing letters--the length of time in between responses shouldn't end a pen-palship (I don't think that's a word, but it should be).
 “Then letters came in but three times a week: indeed, in some places in Scotland where I have stayed when I was a girl, the post came in but once a month;—but letters were letters then; and we made great prizes of them, and read them and studied them like books. Now the post comes rattling in twice a day, bringing short jerky notes, some without beginning or end, but just a little sharp sentence, which well-bred folks would think too abrupt to be spoken.” 

Elizabeth Gaskell 

This Moment

THANKFUL || that I was able to be there when my best friend enter Carmel last weekend.  It was bittersweet and beautiful all at the same time!
READING || Treasure in Clay by Fulton Sheen & Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell, as well as Why the World Fears Beauty and The Way to Flourish at College and Beyond
WORKING || at a cute quilt shop, and on summer school homework.
MAKING || occasional birthday cards... I really want to make some crochet dishcloths, though!
LOVING || this bamboo double gauze swaddling/summer baby blanket fabric.
THINKING || about many things...but mainly about people, life, and time.
WEARING || maxi skirts all. the. time.
PRAYING || a novena of thanksgiving to Sts. Louis and ZĂ©lie Martin, since their feast day was July 12th.
LEARNING || to be patient--waiting is so hard when you don't know what will happen.
LISTENING || to the BBC Emma soundtrack.
PONDERING ||  "Meditate upon this carefully and act accordingly: people who think you are unpleasant will top thinking that when they realize that you really like them.  It is up to you." -St. Josemaria Escriva
HOPING || to read write more... to photograph live life more fully.

I've missed this little space.  I hope to spend more time on it (soon).

Hildebrand on Beauty

Dietrich von Hildebrand is one of those writers who has so many thoughtful sentences and paragraphs that reading one of his books is a monumental process because it has so much food for thought.

But I dearly love creating graphics with his quotes!


They say, "when it rains, it pours."  There's much truth to that statement.

April, you were not an easy month this year.
There were a lot of tears and anxiety.  A lot of assignments due and two tax exams taken.
A lot of time alone--a lot of time to think.
During much of the month, my homemaking and housekeeping skills were tested.  Some times I passed, much of the time I failed.
In the midst of all this busy-ness, I fell off my 5k training, and I haven't been able to get back to it.

But April, you also gave me a few, beautiful, unforgettable memories.
There were a couple deep conversations with some of my favorite people.
Someone opened my eyes to providence, and a purpose that God has for me right now.
I saw what it is like to know that you're dying--and how generous and kind people are.
There were some moment of true joy and happiness that outweighed all the bad days.

They say, "when it rains, it pours," but there are also rainbows after the storm.

A Study of Black and White Images

There's something beautiful about black and white images.  They cause us to look at photos in a different way.  They can convey beauty that colored images cannot.

Their graininess gives the picture a raw authenticity, rather than being merely a poorly lit subject.
They make us more aware of the distinct angles and shapes of the subject.
They can show extreme contrasts of light and dark that would otherwise be unpleasant in color.
Their blurred subjects look like an art technique, rather than an error of slow shutter speed.

The shades of black, grey, and white are like the blue, green, and brown hues of the sea--they are boring by themselves, but put together they create a depth that attracts the eye.  I feel that by taking the color away, which our eyes are naturally drawn to, I'm forced to look deeper for what makes that photo artistic.  There's lots of room for creativity in black and white images, and that's why I love them so much.

He Calls Us

During holy week this thought struck me:
The Mass is not a feast, like some people say--it is a sacrifice.
Christ does not call us to the table, He calls us to Calvary.