Little Bit O’ Lagniappe [vol. 6]

Little Bit O' Lagniappe

Natural Beauty

I’m surrounded by natural beauty – most notably in the beautiful squishiness of our newest addition, Beckett. He was born on a very hot, humid August day – the feast of St. Dominic. The doctor was a bit late to the delivery because the elevator was out of order, and he almost arrived without her assistance. He’s a squishy, fat, bundle of love of which his older siblings can’t get enough.  I’m spending my maternity leave soaking in his goodness – the smell of his milky breath, the rolls upon rolls of baby fat, and the quiet calmness of his coos. I’m in awe of this little man.

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Pray, Hope, and Don’t Worry – Sometimes, Easier Said Than Done

More often than not lately, I’m empathizing with the Israelites and their golden calf worship. OK, not really the ones that did the actual worshipping, but more like the ones who awkwardly stood on the edges of the crowd watching everything go down but doing nothing to stop it. I would’ve been one of the ones, mouth agape, discreetly taking pics on my phone to post to IG with the hashtag #prayforthesedamnedfools while secretly agreeing with them in frustration. Now before you go thinking I’m going to melt down all of my gold jewelry (all four pieces) and cast them into the likeness of Elsie the cow, let me explain a bit.
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That Time the Triduum Triumphed

It was 2014. We were set to move out of our home two weeks after Easter, and, as my procrastinating self would have it, I’d yet to pack anything other than books. I decided that we’d spend the Triduum (Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday) purging and packing, and this process would yield to an Easter Sunday with far less clutter – an excellent metaphor for the New Life we were entering with our new house. You know what they say about plans and making God laugh. On Good Friday, I decided to make falafel for supper – a tradition I’d started the year before, and we loved so much that we’ve kept it up. Because it’s a rather involved process, I didn’t get the kitchen cleaned until rather late, and I fell into bed exhausted.
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Clear the Static

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“If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts.” — Psalm 95, 7-8; Hebrews 3:7-8

When I was about 14, I heard a homily by our pastor, Fr. Joe Limanni. It was Lent, and we had just prayed this Psalm in the Responsorial. The melody was simple but haunting. Father talked about how this short phrase was so powerful, because there are many times during the day we hear the Holy Spirit nudging us to do little things, to take little steps towards holiness, and yet we often ignore His pleadings in pursuit of our own goals.

I imagine it was this way in Jerusalem at the time of Our Lord’s Passion. Just a short time prior to His trial and execution, the people had lined the roadways, singing His praises and giving Him homage. They loved Him for the miracles He wrought, the mercy He proclaimed, and for the countless ways He’d taught them to grow closer to His Father. They were in love with Him, enamored by Him, an wanted Him to be their King. They were open to the Holy Spirit, all of those times He taught them and fed their souls. They heard His voice. Their hearts were receptive.

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Slow, Inefficient Medicine: The Answer to our Healthcare Crisis?

 

https://cajuntexasmom.com/2016/03/18/slow-inefficient-medicine-the-answer-to-our-healthcare-crisis/

We all know the current US healthcare system is broken. But is it beyond repair? Victoria Sweet, MD, PhD, doesn’t think so. Her disdain for crippling governmental regulations coupled with her integrative approach to healing – combining the best of Old World medicine with the technology and medicines of today – might just be the key to making the solution for effective, efficient healthcare a reality. Her book, God’s Hotel: A Doctor, A Hospital, and a Pilgrimage to the Heart of Medicine, explores the theory that we’ve sacrificed patient care at the altar of efficiency, and she has a prescription to get us back on track.

I first stumbled upon God’s Hotel in 2014 when a friend of mine had insomnia and Instagrammed her late-night snack and current read. The title looked interesting, so I asked her about it. She told me it was fascinating and involved St. Hildegard von Bingen. She had me there – I was just beginning to learn more about St. Hildegard and was intrigued by her approach to medicine as an infirmarian of her Middle Ages monastery.  So, I went ahead and requested the book from the library.

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