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Knock knock! Who’s there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock! Who’s there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock! Who’s there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock! Who’s there? Orange.   Orange you glad I didn’t say banana? There was a crawl space in the attic my mom turned into a library/playroom.   As an adult with no children, it is not hard for me to understand how intelligent my mom was as a parent.   The attic was a perfect place to play when we were inside.   As a child, it was space that felt so tiny, so far and tucked away, only imagination could get to it.   My memories of playing in the attic are vivid.   That is how well-thought Mom curated it.   My sisters and I would have to pass all of our handmade Halloween costumes, all of our handsewn Easter and Christmas Mass dresses, too, to get to the books, music and toys waiting for us.   I remember the joke book that knock knock joke was written in.   I remember, too...

This sounds like a recipe for coincidence: Holy Spirit, take me where you want me to go. Holy Spirit, let me meet who you want me to meet.  Holy Spirit, tell me what you want me to say. Holy Spirit, keep me out of your way.  Someone once said I look like I am going on a safari by calling me Safari Emily.  That didn’t fit.  I told myself if it’s going to be like that, the alliteration of Expedition Emily is more exciting.  Recipe Courtesy of:  https://youtu.be/eDj1faWTDHc (May 6, 2022 I received a phone call from Johnny today, and in the back of our telephone conversation I was having a conversation with myself about something he and I talked about in our last telephone conversation.  His encouraging words of that call I got hung up on were, “Move on.  God’s there.”  I wanted to get after him because he rushed me!  I let the moment pass on to something more dum dum knowing I could get where I needed to go myself.  But, it took me Sun...

  There is one question hard to be in the presence of one one one: (3/31/22 one on one): Why does God allow so much suffering?   It is a hard question because, in my opinion, the answer is even harder.   I have been in the presence of this question more than once, but I have never shared an answer out loud because it has only ever sounded declarative.   The harder answer I give myself when I am in the presence of that question is: Christ.  Christ suffered, too.   Isaiah 53:3-4  It always comforts me to remember God is present in our suffering.   I asked myself the question tonight as a question, and I embraced a simple answer for myself. The simple answer I embraced to one of the hardest questions of why:  Without suffering… … we would not know The Holy Spirit’s power.

#lookwhaticando I can share the significant clip from videos I am referencing now!  One sister asked the other: What can I do about people who bother me?   https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxgW25UMca4H7Kg7Sj2IDSqpKi5V8Gbr3N Nancy’s vibe resonated with me.    Her response sounded like my belief.    My belief: If I am bothered by someone, they have a role to play in my salvation.     And if I act on my belief, I align with Nancy’s belief: I play a role in their salvation.  I picked up a good quote, too, that made me smile:  We could all be holy if it wasn't for people.  And once I had a good laugh I straightened the quote up with Father Larry’s idea I was happy to agree with: Why yes, but loving people is what makes us holy!    #catch22  [3/12/22 I thought to make that funny quote more serious, how about: We could all be holy if it wasn’t for the poor influence of people.] And then I meditated on an answer I ha...

I baked a three-layer champagne cake from scratch for my Grandma’s 90th birthday, and baking the layers took two tries.  I am not good at wasting, so I wrapped my first try tightly in plastic wrap and organized the bunch in my freezer.  I want to make cake pops with this fail.   I told my godmother one day, when I am feeling a negative feeling, I have found it gives me the tenacity to overcome the want in a task I do not want to do.   I want to make cake pops but I do not want to navigate the trials and errors.   I know trials and errors are not easily escapable when it’s something I’ve never done before.  But the mess amidst them is not fun to clean up when you have little to no success, and I like cleaning.   I got the cake layers out of the freezer from October 2021 last week, and I had enough tenacity yesterday to tackle the next step waiting for me.  Dunk the cake balls.  Before I could dunk them, I had to form the dough. Before the befo...

I have been wanting to search for this post because it comes into my mind’s presence often but I know I am remembering only the spirit of it.  I could not remember the words I used to scaffold my idea.  Wanting and searching at the same time is exhausting, though!   I am glad the engine I chose for it thought it was worth me remembering today… My favorite phrase Father Joe would recite in preparation of offering communion to the Parish was:  …do this in remembrance of me. #1corinthians11:24 2/25/22 There is a moment I think of when I wrote my meditation in understanding communion for myself.  I do not ask people if I can pray with them.  But I did ask someone one day, and it was a perfect moment in ordinary time I do not feel I will do again unless I am moved like I felt for the first time ever that day.  It feels strange to say I am not moved to that degree often when I am emotionally moved often.  I have felt that quiet as a person.  I was ...

If there is one thing I am grateful for of myself in the present, it is myself in the past.  I don’t know why I do some of the things I do, but sometimes the things I do seeming whack in the present don’t make any great sense until the future.   This thing is not one of those things, but I am grateful for my past self in this present moment nonetheless:   I set a brand new value size jug of detergent on top of the dryer, and I have been setting it there for over one week.    At most it makes only half sense because the dryer is a surface to set it on above waist height.  I have been wanting and wanting to dust and mop the laundry room floors below and behind the laundry units, but it requires grunt work.    So I put it off and put it off and put it off.  I confidently start a load of laundry in the wash machine and commence breakfast this morning.    While at the stove, I hear a thud in the laundry room with a very good as...