Showing posts with label Domestic Arts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Domestic Arts. Show all posts

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Finding identity in the domestic life.

As I have been significantly housebound the last 2 weeks (with Michael sick the first and myself, the second) and feeling out of touch with people, I have been mostly struggling to identify with my current status here at home. I have been reflecting on this topic for a few days. My dear sister-in-law aptly posed it in a conversation recently - "Who are we anymore?" We used to be working women making our own sort of difference in the world. In my case, this was interacting with students and parishioners, helping them make beautiful music and providing them with music, respectively; beautifying the liturgy by uplifting hearts to the sacred through music. A worthy job in its self. I was thanked for it, complimented on it, trusted with it; comforted by the appreciation of people who saw me once or twice a week. I admit, I judged my work and worth too often by their standards. Fast forward a year later, and my job title is a stay-at-home mama and wife. Two small 4-letter words. If not careful, we can reduce ourselves to just that - words and lists and chores. We cook. We clean. We bathe. We wait on (and for) nap times. We pay bills and budget. All the necessary things of life. I do take comfort in that word - necessary. We wives and mamas do very necessary menial and physical work, vital really.

"Homemaking is surely in reality the most important work in the world. What do ships, railway, mines, cars, government, etc. exist for except that people may be fed, warmed, and safe in their own homes?...The homemaker's job is one for which all others exist." ~ C.S. Lewis

So then I am a domestic queen?! My rule reigns and my position is essential; I am the lifeblood of my family and oil to a smooth-running society. Not so fast; again, this will be another detrimental view of the place and character of our stay-at-home vocations, and again, one that seeks to feed pride. Yes, a wife and mother is (or should be) queen of her husband's and children's hearts. But what (hopefully) compels them to feel thus? Certainly not the days of unkempt hair, yoga pants, tired eyes, and not-so-patient replies. It is the love with which she accepts and acts upon the will of God for her, and by so doing, sustains those entrusted to her care. Necessary tasks aside, it struck me how much more "important" I should feel my work is now, this quiet, unseen duty within the home - our Lord has trusted me intimately with the care of souls!  That of my husband - to keep in prayer, support, lead to heaven...and that of Michael - to teach, form in love, and also lead to heaven. No insignificant task at all! Interesting how our Lord has allowed such a significant and important work to be one of the most hidden and unknown to the world, eh? It will be judged partially by its fruit yes, but even more so by the spirit and manner in which the work is performed...these things only He will know.

I have been reading a bit of St. Edith Stein lately (otherwise known as Sr. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, convert from Judaism who became a nun and later died in a Nazi concentration camp, marvelous philosopher and writer) and am finding her writings  inspiring. She truly grasps the essence of woman and outlines her vocational role within the spiritual and earthly realities with great wisdom. I have much I want to share from her, but pertaining to the subject of this post, Edith's descriptions of the Blessed Mother's hidden life resonated with me:

"The image of the Mother of God demonstrates the basic spiritual attitude which corresponds to woman's natural vocation: her relation to her husband is one of obedience, trust, and participation in his life as she furthers his objective tasks and personality development; to the child she gives true care, encouragement and formation of his God-given talents; she offers both selfless surrender and a quiet withdrawal when unneeded.  All this is based on the concept of marriage and motherhood as vocation from God; it is carried out for God's sake and under His guidance...But not as her action does she do all this: she is the handmaid of the lord; she fulfills that to which God has called her." 

The Blessed Mother rightly could have taken the cake for bragging rights - she was mothering the Savior Himself! But on the contrary, she remained silent and hidden, humble to act behind the scenes in the Lord's great plan. She knows that her actions are nothing of her doing, but the prompting of Him and His grace,  to which she was fully submitted, trusting Him to see all and bring to fruition her works and offerings. Such humility and denial of self. Mary sought not to fulfill her self-worth, but only His will. That is what we must be - handmaids of His will, seeking our worth in His approval, not in our own poor measure of self-worth. We must desire to identify with who He wants us to be in the domestic life; indeed, we shouldn't even truly care to know who we are, but understand that we are what He makes of us. Isn't there freedom in that? If we are totally surrendered to His grace and will, He will shine through us to our family and work through our actions. It will be His love that we give, His care that we provide, His gentle formation that we impart. If we can remember this at all times, we are sure to be working for, in, and through His love, and those souls we encounter every day and night will be touched by our Lord. What better worth is there than that? We can always reach God by way of the Blessed Mother, especially by imitating her example. If we must know our identity, may we shape it like hers, and therefore, humbly find it in doing God's will out of complete love of Him.

A quote from my favorite Catherine Doherty: "Let us ask the Lord to show women today the fullness of the life of Nazareth. Pray that he might life the veil of years and sentimental piety, and present his own mother as she really was - a housewife, a mother, a spouse, a woman busy at the sublime creative work of the 'kingdom,' which was his home on earth...Do we understand the sublimity of service - humbly, daily, constantly repeated?...Let us ask Mary to help us restore our work in the home to Christ, and to restore all the work of our hands, all our labors, to Christ."

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Making a little Christmas cheer.

This week has been busier than usual in the kitchen...(excuse my morning hair.)
 Starting some bread dough early in the morning. Michael is interested in all the machines in the kitchen that make such strange noises.
And loves being up at Mama's level for some attention.
Sweet breads for our 2 wonderful priests.
Peppermint fudge for Andrew's work colleagues. 
Sending out a few cards...
wrapping a few presents.
 Michael kept busy alternately visiting me in the kitchen or at the desk, and reading his books, sometimes out loud - so cute to hear.
Turning into such a sweet boy.
O Key of David, O Sceptre of the house of Israel, controlling at your will the gate of heaven: Come, break down the prison walls of death for those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death, and lead your captive people into freedom.

I'll be taking a little break from here to celebrate with my little family. I have a bit of baking to do yet, 5 Masses to sing this weekend and we are invited to a parish family's home for Christmas brunch. The rest of the time will be spent napping relaxing, watching Christmas movies, enjoying some of the holiday cheer around Seattle, and maybe playing in the snow. Wishing you all a most peaceful last few days of Advent and a joyous Christmastide celebrating our Savior's birth! 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Around here.

It's been a pretty quiet week; we've been staying indoors out of the cold and rain, doing a few things to prepare for Thanksgiving, and reflecting on our blessings.
Who said decorative pumpkins go to waste? I got about 13 lbs out of my mine pureed and in the freezer for soups and baking.
Not to mention roasted pumpkin seeds for a yummy snack.
With Michael in the beginning stages of walking, I've been on the lookout for some shoes for him. When we're outside, we like to give him a break from the Ergo now and then, so I was delighted to come across these PediPeds at Goodwill, practically brand new for $3.99. New, they run $30-40. Score.
On that note, I finished one "footie" for the little man over the weekend and started on the other...as the weather gets progressively colder, I wanted him to have something warm for his feet, and as he's not technically walking yet, these will do fine at home, and out and about.
With the holiday season upon us, I have started baking again, which I have much missed since we embarked on the Paleo track. Visiting and gifting gives me the excuse to fire up the mixer and bring out the baking sheets/pans! Keep the word GIFTING in mind, hubby. :) Coming from the oven today, are wheat honey rolls for Thanksgiving dinner and pumpkin cranberry walnut bread.
It's been a very short work week for hubby, as he already gets Tuesdays off, and today, Fr. let the staff go at 1pm. Even though he had to prep for class tonight, it was nice to have him here this afternoon to help with Michael while I was in the kitchen!
Michael loved it.
Our love for our little man grows leaps and bounds by the day, and we are so grateful to God for this beautiful gift.

Meditating on this...
"Do you not know that utter dying to self, to live only in God and for God, can only take place by degrees, through a persistent fidelity in making the sacrifice of the intelligence, of the will, of all our passions and caprices, of our feelings and affection; finally and above all, the sacrifice that comes of a complete submission in all trials, in unceasing interior vicissitudes, and in states, sometimes painful indeed, through which God makes us pass in order to change us completely into him?"
~ Fr. Jean-Pierre de Caussade, S.J.
November is always a contemplative, sentimental month for me...my dear Nana passed away in this month, and I miscarried our first two children consecutively in the Novembers of 2009 and 2010; on Thanksgiving the first year, and on All Soul's Day the second. Ah, the sufferings He sends us along with and triumphs and joys. Many lessons in dying to self so that we may be united to His holy will. In retrospect, I am able to look back at the past trials and sufferings of my life, and see how the Lord has worked on me or through me accordingly, and I am thankful. With this in mind, I must work on being thankful during the trials or struggles that I face, beause I am sure that if I approached things with a more joyful, trusting, and grateful attitude, how much more good He could work on/through me. This November brought the arrival of Dilanji nephew #5, and he was recieved with much joy. Born on November 3 and baptized on November 11, Connor Donald is such a cutie, and I hear he is a great baby and very loved by his siblings. I hope to meet him in the near future!
Tomorrow we are going to Mass, and then will be off to my great-uncle and aunt's in Leavenworth for the holiday. Looking forward to enjoying a few days with them, in their cozy log house by the river with a wood stove! We will probably see a bit of snow on the way, so praying for a safe drive. Wishing you all a very blessed and happy Thanksgiving celebration. Remember to pray for complete religious freedom - the very origin of this holiday.

Friday, November 9, 2012

A typical day. (For Elizabeth who likes to know what I do.)

"It is important to understand that the ordinariness of routine and daily life is the warp and the woof of living the Gospel without compromise...Every task, routine or not, is of redeeming, supernatural value because we are united with Christ. We must be recollected and stay aware of this truth."  Catherine Doherty
Daily Gospel.
Morning nurse and cuddle.
Makeup.
As seen from the kitchen sink.
Diapers drying......diapers folded.
Lots of standing.
Nap time projects.
Waking up!
Afternoon chores...organizing.
Making mayo.
Halfway done. 
Meltdown.
Ready for the oven.
Happy his daddy is home.
Bed.

"Good night! Good night!
Far flies the light;
But still God's love
Shall flame above,
Making all bright.
Good night! Good night!
Victor Hugo

(In fond remembrance of my sister Elizabeth's recitation of this poem at a home-school talent show at age 4 years.) I love you, Elizabeth!

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Reflections over laundry.

The domestic life leaves many hours for silent thought, especially when one has a baby and not much (intelligent) conversing occurs throughout the day. When I was working my former jobs, I would usually complete my chores while thinking about school/work projects, music for my choir, activities for my students, etc., but now, I do not have priorities outside of the home on which to dwell. Of course I think about my family and friends often, but for the most part, I feel like there is too much time in which to think. If one is not careful, a wandering mind can cause disquiet, doubts, room for temptation, or sin, so I believe that in quiet time, the mind should be put to good use by reflection, prayer, and interior cultivation; I like to call it mindful quiet. I try to keep my mind working along with the hands, and my soul always always needs a good tilling. "The soul of the sluggard craves in vain, but the diligent soul is amply satisfied." (Proverbs 13:4) I think we can fall prey to the sin of sloth not only in our actions, but also in the movements, or lack thereof, of our minds. I am learning to be more contemplative within my duties around the house. It goes without saying that it helps me find more peace in the daily nitty-gritty to remember that our Lord is His complete humanity, experienced/performed the necessities of the physical/material world.  And of course, I can always ask myself, "How would the Blessed Mother have gone about this task?" Perfectly and peacefully and lovingly, of course. Also, work can be accompanied by prayer. All things I've known since I was young and try to implement. I feel that I need to continuously develop and strengthen my works/mind/soul connection, in order to aim for a more unified and holier sense of purpose.

Mondays are usually my wash day, however this week, I had overflow which I dealt with today, in addition to diapers. Laundry is not my favorite chore, but as providence would have it, today's spiritual reflection from one of the books I am working through, Grace in Every Season by Catherine Doherty, concerned a meditation on doing laundry!  I have to share part of her beautiful insight which encouraged me: 

"The laundry is a place where you can learn contemplation. The repetitive work of ironing and folding clothes is conducive to the freedom of the Spirit which allows you to roam at will, now beholding Christ in Nazareth, now meditating on the Eucharist, now thinking about the Scriptures. Your work is redemptive too. Souls depend on the perfection of your work and the spirit in which you approach it. That spirit should be peaceful, prayerful, and full of charity."

While running the diaper wash (twice through with a rinse), I thought about how Christ is continually running our souls through the wash of His never-ending mercy and love. And don't we need it. Our worldly thoughts and desires need rinsing, our virtues need brightening, our sinful stains need whitening, our spirits need refreshing. It is all found in Him alone. Additionally, a good tumble akin to that of the dryer, never fails to remind us to remain humble and tighten our grasp on Him. :) I found this snippet in Gunilla Norris' Being Home (a wonderful little book with meditations on each domestic work) which paralleled my thoughts:

"Soon the clothes will be drenched in water and soap. It will be a different time, and sorting will no longer matter in the midst of the wash cycle. I need to learn this in life: when to recognize, to name, and to sort - and when to immerse, to soak, to tumble, and be rinsed free of opinions. Grant that I may as much as possible honor You in all things...I pin these wet clothes to the line...an image of joining, of clinging to something. If I really know that You are my lifeline, then to cling to You is my primary business."

So thankful He made Himself known to us and allows me to cling to Him, my Strength and Saving Grace, my Lifeline.
Cheery colors drying in the laundry room today - after summer travels and a few colds, Michael's stuffed toys were in need of a good wash. :)

Monday, February 8, 2010

Knead bread?

Since a few people have asked for this particular recipe, I decided to document the next time I made my rosemary onion focaccia bread. We attended a dinner party tonight, and I was happy to contribute bread, so I spent this afternoon alternating between baking and making Valentines while the dough was rising. :)

Rosemary Focaccia Bread

1 1/2 tsp. active dry yeast
1 1/2 cups warm water
2 tsps. honey
1/2 cup chopped onion
3 tbsps. olive oil, divided
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tbsp. plus 2 tsps. minced fresh rosemary, divided
3-4 cups all-purpose flour (I substitute at least 1 cup with whole wheat flour)
1/2 tsp. kosher salt

In a large mixing bowl, dissolve yeast in water. Stir in honey and let stand for 5 minutes. Saute onion in 1 tbsp. olive oil until tender and add to yeast mixture. Add the salt, 1 tbsp. rosemary, 1 cup flour and 1 tbsp. oil; beat until smooth. Stir in enough flour to form a soft dough.
Turn onto lightly floured surface; knead until smooth and elastic, about 6-8 minutes. Place in greased bowl, turning once to coat top. Cover and let rise (preferably in a warm place) until doubled, about 40 minutes.
Divide dough in half and pat each portion into a 9 inch circle. Place on a greased baking sheet, cover, and let rise for 35 minutes.
Brush with remaining oil, sprinkle with kosher salt and remaining rosemary. Bake at 375 for 25-30 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool on wire racks.

Mixin' it all up

I LOVE the smell of fresh herbs! Can't wait to have my own garden.

Hubby is always excited to have homemade bread.

Kneading away


Ready to bake...

Fresh out of the oven!