tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59430972011-07-28T07:50:00.862-07:00prose. thoughts. anonymity. sweet.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16876496515529181536noreply@blogger.comBlogger1251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943097.post-37222383056862056192008-04-13T11:33:00.005-07:002008-04-13T12:06:23.014-07:00

I am migrating to a new blog. I will send an email with the new address to those I know are interested. Please email me if you read my blog and would like to know the address of my new one.Love all of you!!

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My childhood best friend, Monica, recently sent me a letter with this picture in it. The picture and memory described for me by Monica, made me realize even more so that my conversion has been a return to the child I was before.Monica and I were the best of friends as children. We cut our fingers and mixed blood to seal the pact of our friendship which was centered around our imagination,

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I just ate the best sandwich - avocado and heated lentils on toasted and buttered bread.Also, a side note to my last post - it is also good to not be afraid of failure!I joined Toastmasters at my work and won every speech contest since. But then I went to a district speaking contest and was blown out of the water. Well, I have dusted my ego off, given myself a kick in the pants and am back in the

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In yoga class tonight, I became embarrassed because I noticed that I was the only person in class tottering in a toe stand. Suddenly, through my embarrassment, a thought came to me, "It is ok to be good at something!"Striving for humility does not mean we deemphasize what we are good at. In fact, it seems that the more humble we are, the more we embrace what we are good at, not to make ourselves

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I love animals!

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Click for more pictures...There is so much to say. About the time with my family. About the wonderful people I have met through RCIA. But for now, it is the moment of confirmation that I want to describe:ConfirmationHands on my head and a murmured blessing.The oil, like life, a bittersweet aroma that fills the air:Agnes, Be Sealed with the Gift of the Holy Spirit- AmenPeace Be With You- And Also

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I will always hold a special place in my heart for the Quakers. They provided me with a sacred space in which I could return to a relationship with God when I was distrustful of Christianity. Their meetings every Sunday are silent except for a few reflections from people. I attended every Sunday when I was teaching in Florida and the meetings provided me with quiet time to sit with God and get to

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So my Sunday Blues continued through Monday and I was really beginning to feel bad. You know, one of those days when you are completely unsatisfied and you want something different but you don't know what.I kept beating myself up through work for being grumpy and not being as kind to others as I could be.Then in hot yoga tonight, I had a couple epiphanies, (leave it to a 100 degree room full of

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Last week I realized something was wrong when I received a jury summons and I thought, "Yes - a day off of work!"I don't particularly dislike my job. In fact, I enjoy it. It is challenging. I like my co-workers. My boss is an anomaly in the corporate world, always smiling, always positive. He is absolutely thrilled when I am straightforward and tell him what I think, (which I like to do quite

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As you can see from the title of this post, I have chosen my confirmation name: and second patron saint - St. Agnes.In some countries it is traditional to choose a confirmation name. I am not sure why this is but I was talking about it with a fellow RCIA-er and I explained what it meant to me:For me, confirmation is the adult renewal of our baptismal vows. By being confirmed, I am saying, "YES, I

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It is evident from its celebration that the effect of the sacrament of Confirmation is the special outpouring of the Holy Spirit as once granted to the apostles on the day of Pentecost. -Catechism of the Catholic Church paragraphs 1302-1303Last night I had a dream about my Grandma Shea, the first that I can ever remember. My mother and grandma were sitting at a table eating dinner.Grandma Shea

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In a study of happiness and contentment, it was found that Denmark has the happiest people:The 20 happiest nations in the World are: 1. Denmark 2. Switzerland3. Austria4. Iceland5. The Bahamas6. Finland7. Sweden8. Bhutan9. Brunei10. Canada11.

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After my conversion to Catholicism, I could tell people I knew wondered if I was going to give up my vegan eating habits. Perhaps because, for many people, vegetarians and the even stricter vegans are associated with the most liberal and radical fringes of our society. A born-again Christian like me does not usually belong in this category.So have my views changed? Yes.Am I going to give up being

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Over Christmas, my family and I watched the documentary, Into Great Silence, a film about a Carthusian monastery in the French Alps considered to be one of the most aesthetic monasteries in the world.I had not thought much of the value of monastic life before I watched the film except to realize that St. Therese's existence created ripples throughout the world and she never stepped foot out of

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Cindy, Nikki, Marilene and Me. My good friends Cindy and Brad were married last weekend. They asked me to read at their wedding and I was so honored.The wedding was at St. Albert's church, which Marilene and I call our second home, (We like to go church shopping and explore area churches when we don't go to our neighborhood church, Our Lady of Lourdes. But we have gotten attached to St. Albert's

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My sister Sarah called my mom to wish her a "Happy" Ash Wednesday. My mom and I laughed about that, it is so Sarah.Last Lent I was in Central America and it was a purifying experience for me. Since my conversion, I had not understood the severity of my sins and my Lenten trip through Central America gave me the opportunity to meditate on my sinfulness and rest in wonder at the limitless

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Happy Birthday to my Daddy!

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A friend of mine said that she heard that everyone in the future might be vegetarian, not by choice but by necessity.Some might think this idea ludicrous but an understanding of the effect our current meat consumption rate is having on the planet and on other hungry nations can make this strange notion seem not so strange after all.This article by the NY Times describes the situation very clearly

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God's forgiveness always amazes me. He rushes to embrace us the moment we ask Him for His help. He is so eager to love us.

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A poem hung in Mother Teresa's Calcutta orphanage:ANYWAY People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some genuine enemies;Succeed anyway. If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you;Be honest and sincere

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This morning, I was eating an orange that a co-worker gave me from her backyard. Unlike most oranges in the grocery store these days, the orange had seeds. As I irritatedly removed the seeds a thought passed through my mind, "Why didn't God make them seedless?"A silly thought I admit.But then it came to me - Life, American life in particular, is about making everything seedless. Take out the

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“You shall not make for yourself an idol, or any likeness of what is in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the water under the earth. You shall not worship them or serve them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God” - Exodus 20:4-5It came to me as I was sitting in daily mass in the middle of my Thursday work day. God is a jealous God.I had been really involved in my decisions about

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I love my brothers and sisters (and I miss Lizzy)Check out this picture from a family friend (thank you Lisa!) on my mom's blog...

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Snapshots of My Apartment

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I went to a new church in Berkeley today after work. The church is part of St. Albert's College, the place of formation for Dominican friars after making their first vows.During the consecration, all of the friars went around the altar behind the main priest and said the words of the mass, some whispering, all with their hands extended over the altar. It was beautiful.

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When I was home, my mom gave me a personality test that she uses at her work. The test is based on Jungian theory and is called Myers Briggs. Its accuracy is based on very reliable studies and frankly after taking it and reading the description of my personality type, I have a lot of faith in it.I highly recommend that people look into this further. It helped me to appreciate how I am different

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My resolutions/goals for the new year:SpiritualityGrow closer to God every day through a set time of prayerTry to get to mass at least twice a week and adoration at least once a monthRead more of the GospelsContinue to cultivate friendships with people who challenge me and bring me closer to GodStart organizing a young adult (and young at heart) group at Our Lady of LourdesSet up time for regular

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(click on picture for more Noble pics)Well I am at home after a wonderful trip home for Christmas with my family. Everyone made it except for Elizabeth because she is in the Peace Corps in Honduras. We missed her so much.Some funny moments -David - "I don't think you are practicing the Christian principle - Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself"Theresa - "No, actually I am. If I

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The 14-year old Theresa, with short, pink hair and Dead Kennedy's patches would be absolutely mortified to see me write this, but I guess I am not that girl anymore -I LOVE Country Music.Why?The Men - They are rebellious, loud and happy, like me. They are real men - rough and tough, but when they find their wife and Jesus, they're not afraid to declare to the world that they love them both. When

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In a dream a friend of my sisters had, they were driving and came to a fork in the road. The friend said, "To the left is some great rock climbing and beautiful views, but today we are going to the right."To the right they came to the edge of a cliff overlooking a view that he said made his "heart hurt to think of it." He described lush green rice paddies that descended in steps. The thick, real

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I just want to share a little treat God gave me today. I was riding Bart home and on came a mom with her set of four-year old triplets and their slightly older brother. What a troupe they were!The older brother told me that when his little brothers were born, he got to hold them in the hospital. "It was because we trusted you a LOT," said the mother with a wink at me.For most of the ride I talked

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My sister Elizabeth recently said to me, "Theresa, I read your blog and your post with the list of things you are looking for in a husband if you marry."There is a pause."And..." I said."Well," she hesitated, "I talked to Sarah about it and, well, I just think it's impossible."I laugh, "I know it is asking a lot. But Elizabeth you know better than anyone what God is capable of. He is faithful."I

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My mom tells me that one time when I was younger, I was watching a cartoon that showed two young kids from the present who were transported back in time and would live through the Bible stories. We were watching the cartoon of Jesus' crucifixion and the kids in the cartoon were crying. I ran to the television and put my hands on the screen trying to comfort them. "Don't cry! He is dying so that

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On Sunday, RCIA had the Rite of Acceptance when the inquirers officially become catecumens. We stood around the altar and our sponsors stood behind us. My sponsor Mike is in Kentucky visiting his family so he could not be there but I asked my good friend Teresa to stand in (click on it for more pics).I was happy that she could be there. I have learned a lot from Teresa. The other day she said to

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Someone sent me the link to this artist and I was left speechless:The picture on the top depicts two million plastic beverage bottles, the number used in the US every FIVE minutes and the picture on the bottom is a zoom in of the detail.A friend told me the other day that she was not sure if she wanted to have children because she didn't know what kind of world they would be growing up in. I

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David left on a Greyhound to head back to Portland, OR.I so enjoyed having him visit me. Today when I woke up, I was sad that he is not there on the couch grumbling in his good natured way, "Good morning!"Here are the highlights of the trip:A visit to Brother Anthony where we talked about farming, ice cream and life.Seeing Bella a fabulous movie that everyone should go support. It was so artfully

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Today I left my brother peacefully slumbering on my couch as I slipped out to go to mass near my house. The only church near me that has mass Saturday morning, that I know of, has a Latin mass.Though I do not have the same positive attitude of my mother toward mantillas, I do enjoy the Latin mass, particularly the opportunity to kneel down and show my deep reverence and respect for the Eucharist,

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1. Thank you God for bringing my brother David to visit me.2. Thank you God for a good day at work and a good presentation. All of my successes at work, I lift up to you. You are everything good in me, thank you for my gifts and talents and thank you for a wonderful job where I can learn and be challenged.3. Thank you for the silly Halloween costume I saw today that made me clap (it was a man in

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A friend asked me recently, "Are you giving up on marriage?!"No, I told her, I will do whatever God wants me to and if He wants me to get married, He's going to have to find me a pretty amazing man!God has been very good at bringing good men into my life, especially recently:1. My brother David - just read this post and you will see what I mean2. My Daddy-O - when I ask him to pray for me, I can

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The GalsOriginally uploaded by T Marie Recently I said to a friend, "Yeah I know, I am lucky.""No Theresa," she said, "I don't believe in luck. You are blessed."Yes, I am blessed. I think about it every day. I am so blessed to finally have a relationship with God, and to be able to grow closer to Him every day. To have His help every moment of my living.I am so blessed that He sent me the

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Recently I was reading a very sad book. As I read a particularly difficult part riding home on the Bart, I was overcome with a feeling of hopelessness. At that moment, I happened to look up and see a man in his car, driving with his right foot stretched out and propped up on the dashboard. I started to laugh, realizing that God was telling me something. Sometimes we get caught up in bad things

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I went to a wonderful writing workshop today led by Sister Andrea, a Franciscan nun who works as the chaplain at the St. Anthony Foundation in the Tenderloin.Here is a short story I wrote about my time in Guatemala with Elizabeth-A short note before I begin, I have been thinking about my sister Lizzy a lot lately. She just finished her training and has started her Peace Corps assignment in

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When I was in college, I tutored for America Reads, a program established by Clinton that provided federal funding for college students to tutor high risk students.I was assigned a 9 year old little girl named Carprice. She was a handful, always speaking her mind and teasing me. I remember a time when she signed up for the computer in the library and an older man was using it. She marched right

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Two African American women in their forties are surveying the desserts in Whole Foods. One has short hair and is wearing a long flowing white shirt and the other has long curly hair and is wearing a breast cancer pin. They both are smiling and laughing loudly."Is that Creme Brulee?""No girl that is Tiramisu!""Look at that little pink cheesecake heart. I am going to get that for my husband. I love

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For those of you who have not watched Brother Sun, Sister Moon about Saint Francis - WATCH IT!!!I love this movie. Saint Francis' feast day is this Thursday and I ordered it in celebration and I am so glad that I did.Here are my some of my favorite scenes:St. Claire sits next to St. Francis and says, "Everyone thinks you're mad you know."No reply."Before you loved war and money and now all you do

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Burma and the Pressby Michael Nagler As of this writing (Thursday, September 27) a nonviolent movement is reaching its crisis in Burma. In 1988 over 3,000 students were killed — massacred would not be too strong a word — when they protested the military takeover of their country. Their courageous, charismatic leader, Aung San Suu Kyi, though she had faced down rifle squads in at least

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Monk with overturned offering bowl Originally uploaded by naingankyatha What is happening in Burma is really moving to me. I know that God is present with nonviolent demonstrations for political justice, but it must be so frustrating sometimes to face worldly power with what seems like so little. God is quiet. I have been thinking about this in terms of pleasure and now in terms of how He

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I feel God pulsing in every second of my living.This morning He was in the cinnamon in my oatmeal and the cool breeze through my window.He sat with me on Bart and helped me to understand my book.He smiled with me at strangers and filled me with joy at work.He blessed me with peace and kindness throughout the day. He laughed with me at my pride and foibles.He was with me at mass and vibrantly

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I almost always walk out of my hot yoga class with some kind if spiritual realization. Something about 100 degree rooms full of sweat and grunts must be spiritually moving.Anyway, I think most of you can tell from my previous posts that recently I have been struggling with my vanity and asking for God's grace to be more humble.I have a hard time in my yoga class because for some inexplicable

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The picture of me as a child below and several other pictures from college were imported into Flickr from Yahoo because Yahoo is no longer storing photos. I was surprised when I saw some of the photos. I did not know what I was importing so browsing through the pictures was a trip down memory lane.As I carefully took in the face of the younger, blonder college girl looking at me, I wondered what

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Originally uploaded by T Marie

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I just read my last post and thought how strange it is that I wrote that and then the next week's Gospel reading was The Prodigal Son. My pastor, Father Seamus, told us that reading is only in the liturgical cycle every three years or so.Anyway, my mom visited me this weekend. She had a business trip in Las Vegas and then she came to see me. It was perfect timing. I have been doing well but

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There's a story that I used to tell my college friends that they, for some reason, found really hysterical:I once was walking with my friend Alex along the beach in San Diego. We reached the edge of what looked like a cliff and realized that people were walking along a path to reach the rocky shore below. We both decided to follow what seemed like a pilgrimage. Everyone was silently making their

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A spiritual truth that becomes more real to me every day is that we must die to ourselves before we can truly be close to God. When I suffer in relation to what happens in my life, part of that suffering is a legitimate response to events that are hurtful. But part of the pain that I experience is my ego screaming - "How can this happen to ME!"With the "How can this happen to ____" part, I have a

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I told her I came for my allergies and my asthma but as I lay on the bed and she tested each vial of herb to see how my body responded, everything else just came pouring out.I became almost childlike, asking her what she thought about my life and my problems.One thing she said that made both of us burst in to a fit of laughter was, "Of course you don't feel angry anymore, once you stopped banging

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I moved in to my new apartment last night and as I lay in bed, I felt a lot like I did when I was traveling alone. At night, I would lay in bed and loneliness would wrap around me quietly and heavily. Loneliness can be a terrible feeling but ever since I have learned to embrace it and welcome its place in my life I can recognize that it is like a knife whittling away at me, shaping me into a

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I got the apartment I wanted - I am moving this Sunday!Hardwood floors, nice kitchen, and a garden patio that 5 other people in the building share with lots of plants and flowers.As my friend Marilene (see my blog links) would say - Thank you Lordy!!!!

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I was talking with my mom a few days back about how different the world views life's journey from how God views it. My mom commented that someone should write the world's beatitudes to show the contrast between what God sees as valuable and what the world sees as valuable.First, for those who don't know or need a refresher (I did) the Beatitudes are the opening statements that Jesus made on the

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My friend Laura called me tonight and asked me what I thought about hearing the voice of God in our lives. That is something that I have thought about a lot lately.I truly believe that in order to reach the highest levels of spirituality, and happiness and to fully become the best person we can be, it is vital to listen to the voice of God in our lives. But how can we hear Him through the noise

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My mother said once to me in jest, "Never pray to God for humility, because you get what you pray for." Well, I think the same goes for praying to be less vain.As I grow closer to God, I have been getting more and more attention for my looks. I think that this makes sense. Happiness and joy make people more attractive but also the grace of God and being close to God is something that people can

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Every apartment and landlord I have seen are distinct. Yesterday I met Connie, an African American woman in her 50s who is going back to school to get her bachelor's degree. Today I met Armen, a old 80 year old Jewish man who talked my ear off about his family, Blues music and the stock market.Now I am at home cooking mushrooms and mustard greens with cumin and sesame ginger rice and thinking

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I decided a couple months back that I was going to start listening and learning about Gospel music. So, I bought a few CDs and the first two came in the mail yesterday - Bob Dylan's Slow Train Coming and Elvis' He Touched Me.I was a little disappointed with the Dylan CD, it seemed a bit self conscious, until I came to the last song When He Returns, now that is a good song. The Elvis CD was great,

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Just a reminder my fellow Catholic blog readers - Wednesday is a Holy Day of Obligation!Don't think of it as an obligation, think of it as a treat :)The Feast of the Assumption:www.newadvent.org/cathen/02006b.htm

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I am feeling slightly demoralized today. I went to look at a small studio apartment by the lake and it was SO small and depressing.But I trust God that He is looking after me and is going to help find me a lovely little apartment that will make me smile when I am heading home from work.I already have plans for that little place:1. The kitchen is going to be green and black. Green so I can buy

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Three trash bags and one tent on the doorstep of Goodwill, one envelope sealed with letters in the recycling bin, and several photos in the trash can later and I am driving with tears welling up in my eyes. At first I am horrified. I have not cried about what happened in a few weeks, why am I about to cry now? Then it dawns on me, they are tears of joy.I am leaving it behind.It is beneath my

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My sister Lizzy started a blog, (see my links) and now I find that my sister Sarah now has a blog. Her first post is amazing.So, if you are interested in following almost the entire Noble family's comings and goings, please see my links....

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Ok, quick update on my life. A LOT has changed in the past few days. I really can feel God working in my life for the better and I am so thankful to him for the grace to see what is right for me.Some decisions/actions I have taken:1. I am going to move out of my living situation. It is time for me to have my own space.2. I am going to give away everything related to my last relationship with

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Oh and people my brother has a blog now, (see my links). The stinker wrote his first entry about how he is not Catholic. Hmmf, just like him, mister "I'm a quasi vegetarian" - always trying to irk his big sister : )Here is a line from his entry that kept me laughing all day today at work:if you are reading this then we are most likely familiar, and thus you know that i am one of the few lucky

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Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy HappyI had a wonderful weekend. I went to hot yoga on Friday and it was so great! The last time I tried it I almost barfed in my mouth. Why did I return do you ask? I am not really sure, but this time it felt really good.Yesterday I went hiking with my friend Laura in the Oakland Hills. The fog was beautiful, it made the trees look like they were shrinking and

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So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Return, O LORD! How long? Have pity on thy servants! Satisfy us in the morning with thy steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad as many days as thou hast afflicted us, and as many years as we have seen evil.Psalm 90:12-15I spoke to my friend Rachel for the first time in over a month today. When I

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I want to marry Harry Potter.I finished the book! I will not give anything away but as I was reading the book, it made me think about what makes people good. Ever since I was young it was really important to me to be a good person. I don't know if that is something I was born with or something that came from having wonderful parents and a loving family (probably the latter). But thanks to God, I

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I think there are four major things that motivate me to do things - fear, loneliness, wanting to feel good, wanting to do good, and wanting to follow God. When I am trying to discern what God's will for me is, I think about the other factors and try to see how they are coloring my views and motivating me in certain directions that may not be the direction God wants me to go. For instance, when I

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I decided today that I need to buy a sun dress.When I was little I hated sun dresses. My mom would dress me in little, light blue sun dresses and I would pull at the top bows and complain, "Mommy, please, it's dripping fix it!" (even when I was six I was a poet).So, I have this aversion to dresses, florals, bows, basically anything too feminine. I can wear dresses and skirts but they have to be

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My Beautiful SisOriginally uploaded by T Marie This is my beautiful sister Lizzy. She is in Honduras training for the Peace Corps right now.Since I have not written back to your email yet Lizzy, I thought I would write an entry about you, or you might like to call it -An Ode to Lizzy, the Most Beautiful Sister in the World (aside from my other two beautiful sisters, ahem.):I am so proud of my

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A really good friend of mine, who I had not talked to in a long time, emailed me out of the blue and told me that he had a dream about me.It was raining hard and I was standing out in the middle of a thunderstorm. I was trying to climb through a door, but I kept finding trap doors. But then I would go through them.He said that I was happy and laughing but a little dazed.That is exactly how I

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I forgive you, for today and all of the yesterdays.This thought kept coming to my mind throughout the day. It brought me a peace whenever I began to feel sad.I know it was God whispering it in my ear.The hole in my chest has become smaller. Sometimes a wind will blow and I can feel it whistle through my body. There is a part of me that feels still and empty. Sometimes when I am walking, I feel

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I had a pretty difficult day today.I wonder sometimes if I am naive to expect kindness from everyone. I really am an optimist in the sense that I have hope for everyone that they will be kind and good. Deep down I know I am not wrong to have this hope. I would say it is even stronger than hope, I feel like I know the good that people have good deep down inside.Inside everyone there is a gleaming

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Sirius Black to Harry Potter -"We have all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the power we choose to act on. That’s who we really are. "Ok, for those of you who do not know, I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan. I went to Borders to buy the 6th book on the first night it came out and had it read by the next morning (I shed bitter, bitter tears at the end of that book by the way).Anyway, I

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I am so thankful to God. I have been working so hard to do His will and to please Him. I know I have made mistakes but I have been trying for some time now to follow Him with my whole heart and soul and I know that He will reward me. My life will have sorrow and pain but He knows every atom of my being and He knows what is best for me. He loves me like no one in my life every will and He knows

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So this morning I was sitting in my car waiting to go inside to work and I felt like a cannon ball had blown through my chest. I imagined people passing by looking straight through the gaping hole in my body and reading the titles of the books in my back seat.Then I remembered a time I was praying in church and I felt the comfort of God. I literally felt the warmth of Jesus' hands as he stroked

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If I had stopped in the middle of the journey I might have known.Instead I kept running, picking up the pace even as the landscape started to blur.I could hear voices behind me but they were muffled and I never slowed down enough to hear them.In fact, each time the voices grew louder I only ran faster, my legs pounding the pavement, my knees rattling under my skin.I wasn't even sure what I was

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This is from an email from my cousin -Nouen has a chapter in their called Finding the Source of Your Loneliness, or something to that effect. Anyways, he says that loneliness is in some ways an expression of our being created for God and others; and that we waste so much time, commit so many sins and give up so much true joy by trying to simply flee from it. He doesn't say that we should wallow

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Yesterday my sadness was so close to my skin that tears kept coming to my eyes and there was nothing that I could do. That has never happened to me before. I would be having a normal conversation at work about databases or something nerdy and tears would start to well up. I had to keep pretending something was in my eye. Then, when I walked to Bart to go to a doctor's appointment and no one was

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Nothing is easier than self deceit. For what each man wishes, he also believes to be true.

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This was today's gospel:Then the disciples of John approached him and said, "Why do we and the Pharisees fast (much), but your disciples do not fast?"Jesus answered them, "Can the wedding guests mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them? The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast.No one patches an old cloak with a piece of unshrunken cloth, for its

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I have thought a lot about how there are times in our lives when we feel closer to Jesus and his experience here on earth as a human. That is one thing that I love about God, he gives us all of these examples in Jesus' life, Mary's life and the lives of the saints to help us grow closer to Him.For example, whenever I face a difficult time in my life, I understand how Jesus felt when He asked God

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I think this part of this week's gospel is really thought provoking:Scripture: Luke 9:51-62 And Jesus said to him, "Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head." 59 To another he said, "Follow me." But he said, "Lord, let me first go and bury my father." 60 But he said to him, "Leave the dead to bury their own dead; but as for you, go and

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I took two days off of work and went home to visit my family.My sister Elizabeth is leaving for the Peace Corps in a couple weeks. I am not sure when I will see her again, possibly not until two Christmas' from now. I'll miss her a lot. I feel like she is the one person in my life who I can talk to about God and spiritual things without feeling the least bit uncomfortable or strange. Last night

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Today I thought about how nice weekends are. When I was teaching I would frantically hold on to the idea that the weekend was coming up as if it was a crystal blue oasis in the middle of a parched desert. Now my job is not nearly as difficult as teaching was so I look forward to the weekends but now in a desperate way, just an appreciative way.Something that makes me happy about weekends is that

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Sigh. I am so relieved it is the weekend. I love my job but it has been a little overwhelming this week. I just wrote a paragraph about why it has been overwhelming and then thought, "Geez no one wants to read this boring stuff," and erased it.Let's talk about something interesting, i.e. a talk I went to last night in San Francisco:So the talk was about Emotional Intelligence. Now this is

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Three words: Kung Fu Classes

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Oh I wanted to go camping today so badly. Of course it is Memorial Day weekend so I didn't have much hope that there would be space. I found one campsite that had space but it was a KOA campsite and it was $40!!!!! That is more than the cost of the tent I bought today. I decided I am going to buy one thing for camping each paycheck that I get.Here are the reasons I LOVE camping:1. Stars -

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After spending a weekend with my family I have thought a lot about trust and how we take it for granted. One of the reasons that family are so important in our lives is that for many people, the lucky ones, family are the people that you can open your heart and soul to completely.My trust for my sisters, my brother and my parents is so deep and wide, I cannot describe how much they mean to me and

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My sister Sarah called me tonight. She was really sad and I thought that it was because she recently broke up with her boyfriend.She told me that she was thinking about this summer. She is planning on going to Costa Rica to the same farm that I volunteered at and will stay with my friend Marcos and his wonderful family (www.cabanassiempreverde.com).Then she will travel to Columbia where she will

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My trip to Michigan was wonderful. I was so happy to spend time with my sister Lizzy. She is going to be leaving for the Peace Corps in Honduras in July and I am not sure when I will be able to see her again. I have gotten a lot closer to Lizzy in the past couple years and I am so grateful to God that He foresaw that I would need to grow closer to her because she would be leaving me for 2 YEARS!

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I am going to my sister Lizzy's graduation this weekend in Michigan. I am so excited to see my entire family in one place. That has not happened since last Thanksgiving. I am also really excited to see Mimi, I have not seen her since last year and I was scared that it would be the last time so I am so happy to be able to see her again.I have some mixed feelings about the trip. I thought I knew

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I am into my second week of work and it has been wonderful. Here are some things I like about working:I LOVE routine, it makes me feel calm. My students were like that when I taught. They acted like they hated the routines that I created for EVERYTHING that happened in the classroom but inside their little minds they were so grateful for something in their lives that was reliable and constant.I

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I was named after St. Therese of Lisieux.During my childhood, my mother would pray rose novenas to St. Therese. She has several really amazing stories that involve receiving roses for novenas. One time she was praying a novena and she found a rose in her mailbox. Another time, our family went to church and found a single red rose growing outside in the middle of December.Recently, I have started

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!

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My freshman year of college I remember going to a lecture given by a monk on Buddhist philosophy. The point that he reiterated throughout the talk was that desire was the source of all unhappiness. It was the first time I was exposed to Eastern religious ideas and the concepts were so foreign and strange to me. I remember walking out completely baffled.It is seven years later and I understand

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