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carmelite feasts

I’ve been a lay Carmelite ever since October 2001. The Order is quite ancient and has its origins well before the eleventh century, traditionally hearkening back to before the Birth of Christ.

The Order, since the days of Sts. John of the Cross and Teresa of Avila in Counter-Reformation Spain, has been divided into two main branches, the Discalced, and the Calced (or Ancient Observance).  Although they have much in common, each branch has its own separate customs, rules, and traditions. Each month of the liturgical year has at least one Carmelite feast day.

July is quite an important month for Carmel since it’s the month during which we honor both St. Elijah, the Prophet and our Father, on the twentieth; and the Virgin Mary.  Mary gets two days.  The first is the Solemnity of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel on the sixteenth. Her other feast day is the Mother of Divine Grace, on the twenty third. It’s on the nineteenth in Europe.  Sts. Joachim and Anne, parents of the Virgin Mary, are also honored on July 26 as the protectors of the Order.

Carmelite Feast Days

Feast

Feast ~Christmas

Feast

Feast

Midnight In the Pantry

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undeniable and inexplicable order

Today is the ninety ninth anniversary of the birth of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, thirty fifth President of the United States.  His younger brother and attorney general, Robert Francis Kennedy, was fatally shot on June 5, 1968.  J.F.K. was assassinated on November 22, 1963, two days after R.F.K.’s thirty eighth birthday.  

Over the past very many years I have always noticed that death has no respect for special occasions.  People often die on, or close, to times like Christmas, Easter, and other milestones.  My mother died exactly a week after my fifty fourth birthday. neral was on my father’s eightieth birthday.

So many things are like that. Between William Henry Harrison in 1840 and John F. Kennedy in 1963, each president elected at a twenty year interval died, either naturally or by assassination, while an incumbent.  This has been attributed to the curse of Tippecanoe, dating back to Harrison’s  questionable tactics in the Treaty of Fort Wayne with the Indians.

Another example of inexplicable coincidences can be found in the 1917 Our Lady of Fatima apparitions and events that are relevant to them. In 1517 the world was afflicted with the Protestant Revolution,  the first of many evil milestones. In 1689 Luis XIV refused Jesus’ request to consecrate France to the Sacred Heart.  During 1717 the Masons were founded. 1789  was the beginning of the French Revolution.  The Russian Revolution occurred in 1917, and the Berlin Wall came down in 1989. There are so many other supposedly coincidental dates that are crucial to the circumstances surrounding Fatima. I’ve only skimmed the surface.  These, and many other dates and milestones, fit a most undeniable pattern that cannot possibly be overlooked.

This kind of order, visible only in retrospect, has to be reckoned with. I have no idea of exactly what’s going on but it has always made me so insatiably curious.

daily post~:orderly

no order..haiku

a place for everything

orderly

ladies, form an orderly queue

orderly

weekend at bernie’s, hillary’s, the donald’s

The big election will be here in only another eight months. Politics is pretty much the most divisive force known to mankind, precisely because it’s all about power.  I’m as conservative as anyone can begin to imagine. I’m constantly surrounded, in person and online, by people who are equally liberal.  This kind of division always makes for excessively hard feelings. People are constantly leaving my Facebook friend list. I don’t bother to pay much attention to my Twitter account but I should assume it’s also why people stop following me there. Proponents of  homosexuality and abortion are entirely irrational and power crazy. They will stop at absolutely nothing whatsoever in their determination to promote their ugly agenda.  I always  try to avoid arguing in person. If anyone wants to find out my points of view, he can always read them online.

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divide

a happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers

a home divided

divided

march 2 2016 daily prompt

leap at your own risk

I’ve never been a fan of change, especially significant change. The first time I moved from one address to another~of the moves I can remember~was around my twelfth birthday, when we moved from Jackson Heights to Lindenhurst.  That drove me nuts.  It was an unavoidably necessary leap but I still plum stunk at it. I always tell people that that was the incident which forever left me wary of change.  I can handle incremental change, the kind that happens in small degrees.  That kind of change happens incessantly anyway. Any change, however, that can be referred to as a leap, gets me crazy.  Ever since my earliest  days I’ve always been so pathetically physically clumsy, weak and uncoordinated. I was the kind of kid whom no one else ever wanted on his team, in gym class or otherwise.  Physical leaps are yet another kind I tend to shun.  While I can understand that leaping into things can often be unavoidably necessary, I don’t leap well. I should rather saunter as much as possible.

like a boss

a leap altar and more

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leap~daily prompt

peeps for leap

all we need is just a little patience

There are different waiting periods for different circumstances. Some things take only minutes and some can even be expected to take decades. Each individual should find out what the average time is for the specific goal he’s after and take it from there. Of course often someone may be expected to be kept waiting for an inordinate length of time. Under those circumstances it pays to be at least a bit pushy.  I most certainly don’t ever intend to wait for an hour on a phone while some nasty customer service characters subject me to annoying music while they feel free to twiddle their thumbs. Still, one must accept what one must accept. Unfortunately I’ve always been quite impatient and that never works out to anyone’s advantage.  The only answer to the question about how long someone should wait for something is, as long as it takes.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/waiting-room/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/driven/

http://livingonchi.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/511/

http://inkhammer.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/waiting-room/

http://gordonflanders.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/things-come-to-those-who-wait-and-those-who-dont/

http://lemonlimefollies.com/2014/11/16/gone-forgotten/

uncle, cousin, ice cream

It was a crisp bright Saturday morning one long ago Fourth of July weekend quite a few years ago. I was visiting Uncle Frankie in West Wyoming. As he occasionally does, he was telling me quite a lot of long stories about life before World War II. From out of nowhere, the phone rang. It was my cousin Vinnie, in Hilldale. He explained that he desperately wanted me to take him to Jitty Joe’s, in Moosic, for ice cream. Everyone knows theirs is the best. Since I really wanted to get the ice cream I was getting so overwhelmingly frustrated at Uncle Frankie’s story telling. Conveniently he only lives around two and a half miles away from Hilldale so it would only take me a few minutes to get there to pick up Vinnie. Moosic is about twenty five minutes from there though, and we desperately needed ice cream so once we started to go, we’d really had to fly like crazy. It’s always been quite an addiction for us. Eventually my raconteur uncle ran out of anecdotes about all our long-deceased, and mostly long-forgotten kin. I took advantage of his having run out of steam, and reminded him that Vinnie and I desperately needed ice cream so he let me go. With absolutely no remaining time whatsoever to lose, I ran out his front door, down to my car, and drove as fast as possible to Hilldale to pick up Vinnie. From there, we drove at about eighty miles per hour, on River Road and Route 81, until we finally arrived at our destination. It was worth it.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/trio-4/

http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/a-dream/

http://amaviedecoeurentier.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/a-crisp-morning-in-st-malo/

http://jojogjoy.wordpress.com/2014/11/07/i-got-me-a-new-fresh-rythm-for-my-soul/

http://mymoleskinemarginnotes.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/its-that-morning-that-one/

http://normashilpi.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/it-was-my-boss/

wanderlust

Light out Wanderlust. Head us out to sea.   My brother in law Steve and cousin Mark own a yacht together. Ever since around my twelfth birthday I’ve always lived within walking distance to a significant body of water. Except for my seven and a half years in northeastern Pennsylvania, where I lived down the street from the Susquehanna River, I’ve always lived by salt water canals and a  bay that leads to the Atlantic Ocean.  Although I don’t ordinarily spend a lot of time specifically on boats or at the beach, or in immediate proximity to any of the water, it’s always been quite interesting and enjoyable for me.  Because of my always having been a bookworm I can see lots of significant symbolism in water.   From Noah’s Ark to “Moby Dick” mankind has always been inextricably linked to this extremely important reality of life, and has always referred to it significantly in story telling.   From the point of view of wanderlust its appeal can easily be found in the significance of what lies out there beyond all that man’s eye can see. A horizon can be both frustrating and intimidating.  Many things in life can be elusive and deceptive. Once someone reaches what is currently his horizon, it’s not there anymore.  It’s all relative to his current circumstances.  That’s why wanderlust can  be a frustrating problem, never to be satisfied.  

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/opening-lines/

http://lindaswritingblog.wordpress.com/2014/08/23/storm-clouds/

http://mostlytruestoriesofkrenaep.com/2014/08/23/songcovers/

http://flippyzipflop.wordpress.com/2014/08/23/um-cant-i-go-back-a-little-further/

 

do you want to use some secret?

You’ll never know how bad you really smell girl.

You’ll never know how ripe you really are.

Listen do you want to use some Secret?

Do you promise not to smell? Whoa~oh oh

Odor doesn’t add much to your charm

And it does you so much harm

Stay away from me ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I bought you Secret just a week ago.

I think it might help you so.

 

Listen (doo wah doo)  do you want to use some Secret? (doo wah doo)

Do you promise not to smell? Whoa~oh oh

Odor (doo wah doo) doesn’t add much to your charm (doo wah doo)

And it does you so much harm

Stay away from me ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/to-the-tune-of/

http://wp-cron.com/2014/06/16/to-the-tune-of/

http://marthakennedy.wordpress.com/2014/06/16/whine-like-a-beagle/

http://bumblepuppies.wordpress.com/2014/06/16/edward-snowden-insults-my-intelligence/

talk talk

There may be at least a few words or phrases upon which I rely entirely too heavily but I can’t think of any specific examples that really drive me crazy.    What I so bitterly despise is all the left wing Orwellian self-serving newspeak today’s cultural nabobs are incessantly trying forcibly to cram down the backs of our throats.    Since when, may I ask, should I care one way or the other if women, minorities (blacks, Jews, etc.), sexual dysfunctionals or other leftist darlings find my speech or behavior offensive.   It’s in no way my responsibility to keep them entertained.    Language is supposed to be used as a vehicle for the transmission of the truth, not for bowing down to their ugly agenda.

 Besides that I also get nauseated like crazy by such conversational junk food as

1.) actually

2.)”quote/unquote”

3.)worst case scenario

4.)split infinitives

Between the politically correct characters who conveniently assume somehow that I owe them something because their coloring is darker than mine, their religion is different, or their sex/sexuality is different, and all the generally inarticulate incompetents, it’s truly a nightmarishly tough problem for me.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/verbal-ticks/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/battle-plan/

http://rimahassanblog.com/2014/06/13/wedding-in-mina-asalam-madinat-jumeirah-dubai-nouf-ammar/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/time-to-play/

turn the page

A married couple and their three children, a stewardess, and a teacher decided one day to drop out of the book in which they were characters.   Each wanted a real life.   The author tried to convince them to stay.   “Fact and fiction very often collide anyway”, he exclaimed in sorrow.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/#more-72221