Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
by Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1918
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
A couple of years ago, as I perused the children's Science section of our local library, my eyes alighted on Starfish and I scooped it from the shelf. Starfish, originally published in 1962 and read by children in Montessori schools, was republished in 2000 as part of the Let's-Read-and-Find-Out Science series. In simple, easy to understand language the reader learns that starfish have arms, but no legs; feet, but no toes; a mouth, but no eyes, ears, or nose. The author describes different kinds of starfish. Edith Hurd shares how a starfish grows, moves, and eats. She divulges where they live. An art project and tips on finding starfish are included at the end of the book.
Although Starfish is geared towards children in Preschool and Kindergarten, all of my children find the book interesting and informative. They especially liked learning that the ray of a starfish grows back. Little did I know, when I plucked this book from the shelf, that I had found a star of the sea. Little did I know, that this book would introduce me to what has become an integral part of our Science studies, the Let's-Read-and-Find-Out Science series.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
joy and love."
~ Maria Montessori ~
We say our morning prayers and then I give all of the children a short Latin lesson (Patrick plays in the living room). Patrick and Theresa are then free to decide what they want to do. Popular choices include drawing, working with the Lauri Shape and Color Sorter, designing with our Pattern Blocks, playing with Theresa's Playmobil Noah's Ark, driving his trains or cars, building with blocks or duplos, etc. At some point during the morning, I usually find that my three eldest are all working independently on something and I take this opportunity to read books to Patrick and Theresa. Patrick's favorite books are The Poky Little Puppy, The Boy with a Drum, and Angus and the Ducks.
Our day ends with dinner, baths, bible, the Rosary, and listening to more stories. Patrick enjoys participating in all of these activities with varying degrees of interest. Regardless of his degree of interest, I know that he is usually listening and always learning.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Dear Jesus, thank you for placing a true desire for you in Bernadette's heart.
Friday, April 13, 2007
by A.E. Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
This year's message had increased meaning for me, as our pastor has renewed the practice of saying "My Lord and my God" or "Dominus meus et Deus meus" during the consecration.
Monday, April 09, 2007
On Holy Saturday, the three oldest attended the Easter Vigil with their dad. They experienced the same awe that I always felt at this Mass. They arrived home, shortly before 11:00 pm, telling me all about it. They were very happy to tell me that four people entered the Church. They also liked holding the "lit" candles. I was delighted to hear and see their enthusiasm.
After attending Easter Sunday Mass, we spent a quiet Easter at home, enjoying the company of the children's grandparents.
Friday, April 06, 2007
At the cross her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish bearing
now at lenght the sword had passed.
Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother highly blessed,
of the sole-begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying, glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
'whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
she beheld her tender Child
All with scourges rent.
For the sins of His own nation,
saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
O sweet Mother! fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord.
Make me feel as thou hast felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ, my Lord.
Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified.
Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all our sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live.
By the Cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
is all I ask of thee to give.
Virgin of all virgins blest!,
Listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine;
Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.
Wounded with His every wound,
steep my soul till it hath swooned,
in His very Blood away;
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die,
in His awful Judgment Day.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
by Thy Mother my defense,
by Thy Cross my victory;
While my body here decays,
may my soul Thy goodness praise,
safe in paradise with Thee. Amen.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
I smiled when Brendan told me that one of his friends had told him that you don't spell God "/G//ŏ//d/". I then explained to him that spelling God, "G-o-d" is the same as spelling it, "/G//ŏ//d/".
An Easy Start in Arithmetic (now included in her book, The Three R's) and I immediately implemented some of her ideas into our home learning. Last night, I started to read A Home Start in Reading and the above memories came rushing back to me. I found someone who understands why you teach a child to read when they show signs that they are ready to read. I found someone who understands why it is necessary to teach a child the letter sounds, not the names of the letters, when starting him on his lifelong reading journey.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
John Paul II: With These Hands
Pope John Paul II died on the eve of Divine Mercy Sunday. A feast which he had established and which I hold close to my heart. His death came eight days after Good Friday. It came eight days after Pope John Paul II handed the crucifix that he was carrying to then Cardinal Ratzinger. He and our pastor said, "Be not afraid!" and they were so right.
V. The Angel of the Lord declared unto Mary.
V. And the Word was made Flesh.
V. Pray for us, O holy Mother of God.
LET US PRAY
Pour forth, we beseech Thee, O Lord, Thy grace into our hearts,