Bleeding Goals

Kotex adA little over a year ago I began setting goals by my menstrual cycle. Each month I take time during menstruation to think about life and what I want to accomplish in the upcoming month. I write down a few goals in a notebook to check on my progress throughout the month. At the start of my next cycle I review the past month’s goals. Often some goals remain incomplete, or at least still relevant, and I use them to start my list of goals for the next month.

I was inspired to use my body’s natural rhythms to facilitate improvement in all areas of my life by reading the work of some wonderful Jewish feminists. What can I say? You read The Red Tent and I read instructions for rituals of religions of which I am not a part. In all seriousness, I was delighted to see women taking a custom which represented oppression and turning it into something which enabled them to live more fully. Three cheers for living well in every way!

It was only natural to take the idea for myself.

Goals-notebookI do not have to live with the cultural demands of ritual impurity, but I do have to live with endometriosis and a level of pain that is much worse when I move. So when the pain lessens enough that I can think, I contemplate my current state in life and decide on what I want to achieve in the next month. Who do I want to become? Other than a bleeding woman, of course.

At times I pull my husband into my contemplation and goal setting. After all, he is directly impacted by my choices and, like it or not, my menstrual cycle. Sometimes Josh joins in with great zeal and we end up with many more goals for him than for me. At other times he simply does not feel like setting goals, and I ponder alone.

What suggestions do you have for a woman who wants to live well with, rather than despite of, her fertility cycle?


Do you judge others for missing blessings?

babyMe: You know those Rad Trads who say that NFP users are sinning for avoiding conception rather than having as many babies as possible? Well I just realized that they must really hate babies–or maybe children in general. Why else would they think that children are such burdens to be forced on others who they imagine do not want children for frivolous reasons?

Josh: It could be that they hate children. Or it could be that they resent their own situation and seek to justify it to themselves by trying to force it on others who are not called to the same.

Can you think of any reasons that we’re missing? I am not sure that my pity for those who judge is any better than their judgment of others, so please share if you see something that I do not!


Thankful

Today I struggle to be thankful because my thoughts are clouded by guilt. It is the guilt of squandered privilege that distracts me from thanking God for my blessings. It is not simply that I have what others have not. The problem is that while I have resources to improve the lives of others, and with a few small exceptions, I have done nothing.

I do not believe that one should ruin one’s life by feeling guilty about one’s blessings. But I am glad to embrace this opportunity to change my direction and absorb just a bit of concern for others’ well-being.

And so I am thankful for the chance to grow and change and learn to see beyond myself, even if I have yet to do anything with what I have been given. I am thankful that I am not important enough to make my failure decisive. There is yet time to change, and I am willing to be patient while I adjust to being slightly less self-centered.


Memory

I realized this morning that I should write more about life because otherwise I simply will not remember it. Totally cliche, yes?

But it was quite real for me at 6:00 this morning as I lay in bed trying to remember the details of almost getting kicked out of college.

I remember that I had only been at school for a few days when I was emailed instructions to come into the office of the Dean of Students. But I cannot remember whether the email said anything about the reason for the meeting. I do not remember being distraught.  But it is difficult for me to imagine being so calm now if such a request was made with no explanation. Perhaps the righteous are bold as a lion and I was confident in my goodness, but it still seems odd to me. I wish I could remember…

Anyway, I do remember waiting in a large office area. Eventually the dean came in and I do not remember exactly how the discussion went. But she kindly made it clear that I would need to leave school if my vaccination situation were not resolved. I had never received any of the typical vaccines and the school had contacted my parents since I was 17 and not allowed to be vaccinated without parental consent. And without the vaccines I could not legally remain at the college.

I remember that I was quite calm and matter-of-fact when speaking to both the dean and my father. I left the dean’s office with nothing resolved since the school had to wait to see what my parents would do. My father ended up deciding that I would be allowed to have the vaccines since it was so important to me and since I “had such a good attitude” and was apparently calmly submitting to his authority. I remember thinking that I was not submitting at all, I simply recognized that there was nothing that I could do to change the situation.

I do not remember whether I actually received any vaccines. I know that my parents were willing to ultimately give in, but they also came up with the doctor’s note saying that I was exempt for religious reasons. Working it out based on logic rather than memory, I am actually confident that I was not vaccinated. After all, it seems likely that I would remember receiving shots since it would have been the first time in my life. And I remember that a year later the nurse thought that I would not take something related to another issue due to the note on my medical history and I had to explain to her that I did not oppose it and was now old enough to decide for myself.

It is odd to not be able to remember something that must have been so very important at the time. I suppose that I can now comfort myself during future troubles with the knowledge that I will not remember them after only a few years. But now that I do remember this I realize that I need to get a copy of my medical history and figure out what vaccines I should have. Forget research to decide what to do with future children, I must research what vaccinations I should have!

I would love to know your thoughts if you have an opinion on vaccinations, thoughts on memory problems, or remember the details of me almost getting kicked out of college ;-).


My Neti Pot is Here!

Neti PotDuring the move a box of kitchen/bathroom supplies somehow disappeared. Among the items lost was my neti pot. I decided to wait to replace it since I had not used it recently and seek to own only that which I use. ::cue ominous music::

Of course I came down with a sinus infection of the sort that I have not had in a year. It is the sort of sinus infection that I know from experience can last for a month. I haven’t felt badly enough to justify staying in bed, it is merely a matter of living with general pain and congestion and the inability to think. And a fever off and on, so I think that it is really something more than a sinus infection, but we won’t talk about that since the point of this post is that I am overjoyed to once again have a neti pot.

A year ago someone I respected recommended the peculiar sounding neti pot. He said that it had helped him tremendously with his sinus issues and that I should google it. So I did. Nasal irrigation sounded weird and gross and like something my mother would do. But I hate my sinus issues and trusted the recommendation, so I ordered one immediately.

Once I got past the incorrect inhalation of salt water I was thrilled with my discovery. My neti pot ended my sinus infection and successfully prevented others from starting. Oh sweet ceramic pot, how I love thee!

Of course once I had a neti pot and was amazed at this wonderful unheard of discovery that it is actually common. In the United States. Apparently Oprah popularized it and it is available on grocery store shelves. But I do not watch Oprah and was quite ignorant of the wonder of Neti.

I am far from feeling the need to use the neti pot daily, but I cannot recommend it highly enough if you suffer from sinus issues. I chose the cheapest ceramic  neti pot available on Amazon and use it with the cheapest of non-iodized salt. You can buy all sorts of expensive salts etc. but I do not see the point so I have not tried them. When it came time for last minute Christmas gifts I grabbed a non-breakable non-breakable neti pot at Whole Foods for my mother. I was right, it is the sort of thing that my mother would use. But I don’t recommend the non-breakable pot unless you have a problem with children smashing things, because the plastic just is not as nice as the ceramic.

Have you been surprised by the effectiveness of some really weird remedy you once heard of from your husband’s friend’s grandmother’s veterinarian’s daughter? If so, please share! I probably won’t try it until I get desperate, but I would like to know in case… I ever get desperate.

Also, if you’ve ever used special salts, oils, etc. with the neti pot please let me know what you think of them.


I may look like a Catholic housewife…

…but I think like a Buddhist feminist.

Speaking is a form of violence whereby we seek to force our thoughts into others’ minds.

That was my silent thought this morning as my poor brother attempted to speak to my headache encrusted mind. If it were true, I suppose that it would make the blog world the ultimate experience of sadomasochism, no? But it seems to me that there is a difference between the spoken word and the written word. At least the latter allows me to care at the time of my choice rather than demanding my immediate attention and attempt at concentration.

At times I do not merely crave silence, I deplore the sound of words. How about you?



Love: Or Why I Do Not Try To Convert You

I am a Catholic of the sort who really loves being Catholic. You know, the sort who goes to Church six days a week and is sad on the seventh (which is today, but I guess it is good penance for a Friday?). I do not simply love practicing Catholicism, I really believe that the Catholic Church offers the opportunity to get the closest to God that one can while on earth.

So why don’t I focus on converting1 non-Christians? Because it is quite possible that any given non-Catholic is closer to God than most Catholics, including myself.

Sound odd? Think of this: I love my husband. I believe that being married to Joshua gives me the opportunity to know him and love him in ways that no one else can. Being married offers the opportunity to be the closest to Joshua that anyone can be.

But simply being married does not mean that I love my husband, or even know him well. With the passing of time others could become closer to Joshua while I focus my attention on everything else. I could even start to hate my husband and deliberately hurt him in ways unthinkable to his friends who really love him.

The point is not simply to be married, the point is to love. Marriage offers the best opportunity to foster the highest sort of love, but it is virtually meaningless in itself and could even become the source of the greatest of hatred.

The same is true of Catholicism and loving God. I would love for everyone to become a Catholic because I believe that would offer them the chance to know God most fully during this life (and the Real Presence really rules!). But simply being Catholic can be useless, or even harmful at times, and I am ultimately most interested in others loving God.

So, if you’re interested in seeking Truth, then we’re cool. I have no interest in converting you, simply in sharing the journey as we both seek Truth. And while I do believe that the Catholic Church is where it is at, I am quite aware that you may actually be closer to God than I am. I will do my best to learn from you rather than focus on converting you, so maybe at the end of the day I will have something to offer others.

What do you think about evangelization/proselytization? Be honest, are you interested in converting me/others in general (whether religiously, politically, or otherwise)? How do you feel about people who believe that they have truth, but aren’t in any hurry to spread it around?

1. One can only “convert” to Catholicism if one is not already a baptized Christian. If one is already a baptized Christian then one can merely “reconcile” with Rome since one cannot “convert” to a religion of which one is already a member! So a more accurate question would be “why do I not focus on converting non-Christians and reconciling non-Catholics?” But you don’t really care about that sort of accuracy, do you?


Delicious Snacks & an Agreeable Husband

snack

This past week I have been preparing snack plates for my husband since he is working from his home office and I am not working from the home kitchen. I have tried to come up with variety, but all have been raw food, and had some sort of sprouts included. After rinsing my sprout jars each morning I put some of the fresh sprouts on a plate along with whatever else happens to be around the kitchen.

Pictured above is lentil sprouts and dehydrated kale chips. As in lentils soaked and sprouted for a few days and kale tossed with lemon juice, salt, and a little oil and dried out. And my husband cheerfully ate it. Moreover, he claimed the kale chips to be so delicious that I simply must share them with the world.

Would you like to know my trick for getting my husband to eat such healthful food?

Slave away to make amazingly delicious concoctions.

Marry an agreeable man.

My husband is not a vegetarian, much less a raw vegan, but he is willing to be as appreciative of the wonder of  dehydrated kale as that of a juicy steak. Sometimes I think that his positive response to my (non)cooking is a sly effort to make sure that I am happy to do most of the food preparation. Whatever his reason, I am blessed to cook toss sprouts on the plate for such an appreciative eater.


Simplifying and Stress

Simplify to reduce stress! We all know the mantra since simplicity is somewhat trendy in our consumer society. But did you note the exclamation mark? Sometimes “simplicity” can seam like a screaming, demanding, roaring brat.

Not our car, but the same simplicity-demanding model

These days I am experiencing the stress of simplifying. Simplicity may reduce stress in the long run (I hope so) but simplifying requires change and choice, both of which are inherently stressful.

For the past year I have fought an ongoing battle to get rid of “stuff.” Unfortunately, I still have far too much to show for my efforts.

Salvation has come in the form of a move from Massachusetts to Mississippi. I convinced my husband that it would be easy to only take what we really need if we only own what we can fit in our car. Good logic, right? Sure, we love our amazing $25.00 glider purchased through craigslist, but it is hard to justify trucking it across the country.

In any case, this is what I have learned so far about simplifying the low(er) stress way:

1. Go BIG. It may sound as if I am whining about the pressure of having to get rid of almost everything all at once, but the truth is that sometimes it is easier to deal with everything at once. As a child the month of May would find me  slooooooooly wading into the cold water of our pond while my sister jumped off the dock. I was sure that my way was better, but my sister would have fun in the water for a long time while I continued shivering slowly deeper. Over the past year I have found that constantly talking with my husband about eliminating little things is just about as fun as inching into a cold lake. It may be a shock, but jumping in is often easier in the end and simplifying dramatically is easier than simplifying in dreaded little pieces.

2. Go gradually. There is no need to “go big” in every way. When it comes to simplification, sometimes it is much simpler to make choices in phases rather than trying to decide all at once what one really needs. I have taken the past two weeks to go through my clothing at least four times. Each time I choose that which is most important to me. And each time I have found it easier to give away some items that I previously thought I needed.

3. Think small. Whenever I am overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff to be eliminated I find something small to accomplish. It is surprisingly invigorating to see one area cleaned out, even when it is small.  The cabinet above the refrigerator is  next on my list.

4. Think of others (those you love). It can be difficult to really eliminate everything that clutters one’s life when one is constantly thinking of the amount one is allowed to keep. Whether it is 100 things or a car full, when the focus is one what is allowed, one is naturally inclined to keep all that one can rather than simplify as much as possible. The best antidote for me has been to think of my husband. Sure, I could keep that extra pair of shoes since it will fit in my half of the trunk, but if I give it up my husband can keep an extra book. Thinking of how my choices will impact those I love makes decisions to give easy. I am not simply giving clothing to a local charity, I am giving simplicity to those who share my life.

5. Think of others (the underprivileged). Your parents’ reminder to “think of the starving children in Africa” may not have helped you eat as a child, but realizing that just about everyone else in the world lives with less should help you simplify. This past week I had the privilege of getting myself to Lawrence, MA at 5:45am to serve breakfast. My appreciation for hot showers and warm beds skyrocketed and my concern for keeping pie pans died completely. If the thought of giving away all the stuff you do not really need is not enough to inspire you, try giving away a little time to gain perspective.

6. Remember why you want to simplify. Simplicity, just like stuff, should have a purpose. Remembering this purpose will make simplifying enjoyable, if not easy. It will also require you to simplify in a certain way. I want to simplify so that I can really live well. I want ease of movement and I want meaningful time with others.  On days that I forgot my purpose and focused only on getting rid of stuff, I wanted to cry from stress. But when I remembered my purpose in simplifying I spent significant time exercising, praying, reading, and talking with my husband, and it was good.

7. Make time for simplifying. You will be stressed if you do not have sufficient time to accomplish your goal. Tossing out half of your belongings on a Saturday morning may sound great, but it might also lead to a panic attack as you try to sort through everything. Do yourself the favor of formally scheduling time to simplify, and schedule twice as much time as you actually “need.” My husband suggested that I give notice at work early so that I could have two weeks to dedicate to the move. It has made all the difference in the world in allowing me to be happy rather than overwhelmed. It does not have to take two weeks to reduce one’s possessions from filling a 2-bedroom apartment to fitting in a car, but having time has enabled me to enjoy living through simplifying rather than simply throwing out everything that we do not need.


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