Focus and Places, Sacred Space

I have a busy day to day.  Washing breakfast dishes I was asking Jesus to be with us this day, helping me to stay focused and to give me the grace to hear and to be heard speaking to the best man in all of us.  I was thinking of the little things that need to be attended to, like the dishes, right away.  It can seem obsessive, but really, it FREES me to hear Jesus. FOCUS.   Order gives us Focus.  I got on the computer to right this note for myself that allows me not to have a notebook or paper to keep.  I can still look over my fruitful reflections.  

My cousin JOY wrote of the same thing a few days ago.  She is awesome!  

Yesterday, David was trying to find his Japanese Coach. It had been lost for several days.  The last time I had it, I also had a piece of garbage in my hand.  I was asking God to not allow me to throw it away as I made my way to the garbage can.  I had some other things in my hand and I had fixed in my mind the Rhonda of 27 years ago that would be keys and important things in secure places that I could not remember.  I would find my keys in the linen closet between folded towels.  So when the Japanese coach was out of my hand, I could not recall where it went. (These things are very small and easy to loose)

David continued to ask me where it was every day for a week after that.  I would tell him to look various places, and I would get up and look in various places.  Finally, I was really present to David and told him, David, I know I put it somewhere, we need to ask Jesus where it is because I can't find it in my brain or in the house. So I prayed, "Jesus....Come Holy Spirit, guide my actions and my steps today so that the DS is found right in front of us in our everyday, as soon as possible, because I am tired of looking for it."   Then I walked across the room and looked in the DS case sitting where it should be. I merely had to open it as if it were a book and there was the Japanese Coach.     I looked up at David and laughed.  I am not as disorganized as I imagined.  He began to laugh.  "David, a miracle has happened, the Japanese Coach went where it belonged, not in the linen closet where we might never find it."  With that DS game in my hand, I had imaged my old Messy self, and it got the better of my memory.  A lot of healing has taken place since then. A place for everything and everything in its place. SACRED SPACE!   "David, time to thank God!  We give you thanks almighty God, for all the benefits we have received through Christ our Lord, you who live and reign forever and ever amen!"  "Giggle Giggle", I love his giggles. 

Thanks to Sandra Felton too!  

I found this poem in my Google doc. It was written June of 2010, just a draft. Two and half years later I add a bit.

 

Basement Cleaning

What is this?

What is that?

Do we need it here or there?

Do we need it any where?

Thank God it is gone!

I love the space..

The broom slides over this smooth place,

Revealing cement making room for grace.

Hope for saving,

is it true hope,

or false;

Obsession?

I have no time to sew,

Fabric has been long gone.

My time is spent holding my last; a boy,

I need space to think of what is really lasting,

No time to clean around

the lack of space

that gets rearranged

several times a year.

No time to be anxious

for the time, when I will have it.

To do with it,

what I have been falsely dreaming.

Grace and Hope come in for a visit.

The basement now sacred solicits,

Trust implicit,

commitment and love.. elicit.

Time to commit,

Time is for seizing

Basement care is soul cleaning.

DEMON Giant Squid!

IN our family, Giant Squid is a phrase we use to signal someone is off topic, changing the subject or just not listening to the conversation.  I have a conversation in my head.  I have a lot of preparing for our upcoming train trip to Michigan, and all I want to do is take pattern making lessons, and quilt with my friends, read the news, and a few other items. I have a Giant Squid in my brain trying to keep me off the topic of the upcoming events and its chores, reaching in with its monster tentacles DISTRACTING ME.     



I haven't done any dressmaking in 20 years.  I stopped making thinkgs for myself when I made a sundress that was the correct size on the package, came out 3 sizes too big, it went to a girlfriend.  I am afraid of these patterns. One seems to fit, but I don't want to risk it till someone is beside me who knows what they are doing. 

This morning Dave asked me about the conversation in my brain and I told him I was distracted.  He asked me to get busy on our train eye masks so we can sleep on the train.  I have 7 to make. I told him that to do that I would have to get into the large boxes under the stairs to find the black fabric and left over batting.  The drawers under the stairs also contain a few unfinished projects that would open up more conversations I don't want to have.  So he says, "Well if you are already entertaining Giant Squid, you might as well just go with it."   How is that for being helpful. 

Pretty Giant Squid aren't they?

Today I got an e-mail from my daughter to send her a recording of her performance with the Spokane Symphony.  She wishes to send it in as an audition for a competition.  She has asked me to do this several times. Today I tried to do so via e-mail.  The almost 9 minute recording is too darn big to do over e-mail.  So I thought about putting it on a different site and one thing led to another and here I am using my Blog spot to learn about designing ones own space and making it reader useful, not just for reading.  

Several posts ago I wrote about getting direction from my family and friends.  I have a calendar I look at on occasion, dreaming on....I can pop an appointment calendar into this space imagining that my sister could post on my calender, "Please plan a raking party for my yard by this date."   I don't know if it would be fun for her, but Dave has been asking me to set that up, and I procrastinate. : )   We shall see if the family pressure works better. 

Calendar and Playlist, that Clara can get her music from.  So let us see if my study works.

Entertaining Quilters: Mannino's Quilt Workshop, A Letter to its Members

Dear Quilting Buddies,

From the desk of a Messy:

I entertained three times in 7 days. My house was in order enough to spend the day without any cleaning. Well, the big stuff. I think a person who entertains twice a week scores a 7 on the clean house scale. At least according to Sandra Felton!  : ) I don't REALLY want to be a 10. I think I can be happy with that score.

Today, Maleny and I and David spent the whole day, minus bread baking moments, in the basement. I had planned to let David play with my machine, writing his name, and anything else, while I made a block, AFTER I finished a turtle neck project. I worked on the TN, but Maleny wished to build a block, so she designed and I cut her some material and assisted her project, taking out seams on mine, and hers sometimes. I found myself getting a little impatient, but realized if I did that, she was not going to think it worth being with me, so
I caught myself without duct tape. : )



David was happy to be in the playroom by himself singing and imagining with the Play Mobile. Maleny completed a block, and I constructed the shirt I cut out last night.

Tonight I get to learn how to use a double needle to hem the cuffs and bottom of the shirt. I am learning several things, before I sew with Dana. She is actually very frightened of the process. One, being to take this process lightly, and remember that I am doing this more to "be with" than to have a great final product. Second that this is a learning process and I have to stick with it, and don't keep doing the same dumb things over again. An Alanon lesson. The shirt I made was done without taking any measurements. It fits OK, 'cept the shoulders. Too big. So I am not going to make any more clothing without measurements and I wont make any more for myself till Dana gets some experience. I don't mind wearing this with a jumper or sweater to hide the frumpy shoulders. : ) I will do better next time. The fabric was only 2.00 so I am not going to spend any more time with it, it will be warm any way. I found an old replica of this pattern in the envelope that was supper adjusted for pregnancy, CLARA. I made three of these shirts for her inside. : )

Tomorrow I have glider cushions that I cut out 5.5 years ago. I wanted to do these on the singer, but the Singer was at Beth's house. The plan is to let Maleny sew another block and I will work on the cushions. Problem, the foam is expensive and I don't like what they have at Joannes, it always looks like it is 15 years old, with yellow. : ( But I wont let that stop me. Dave is jazzed that I am working on cushions and told me he wanted me to replace the rocking chair ones as well. So even if I have to go to Royal upholstery for the foam, it will be done. : )

Wednesday is Dave's day off, I hope to repair the Roman Stripe blocks and make the last one. Yet when he has the day off, I never know what will happen. We shall see. I also have a trip to my Moms grave on the agenda, Dave might suggest a tandem ride there if the weather is above 45. BRRRRRRR!

Please think about dinner for Thursday night and give me some suggestions. : )  Put in your ideas early, because I need some time to procure and look it up.

In closing I want to thank you three for giving me motivation to expand my "sacred space". The most important is the place in my heart and I hope in God's Grace to clean up there too. This small group is social presence enough for me to work on that. Thanks!

Love,
Rhonda

PS We have a new member.

Control?

Sandra Felton is the founder of Messies Annonymous.  While visiting the library with my three girls in 1991, I found her books Messie No More and the Messies Manual. When I got into my car I shoved the books she authored under the seat of the car.  I didn't want anyone to see.  The reading of these books was an epiphanic experience.  In one of her books, Sandra identified some typical human experiences that cause us to have a disordered ethos.  I knew I needed to have mine transformed.  Alcoholism and Codependent personality's were major factors. One didn't need to be an alcoholic, but if the Messie had lived with one in their lifetime, chances were that the wounds were keeping them from order.  The codependent issue can be mixed with alcoholism, or stand alone. 

In 1991-94 I worked on a recovery plan with the help of Alano. (I don't even know what that stands for, I just know that their was alcoholism in my family of origin).  I also bought all Sandra's books and worked out most of her program. I sought out a counselor and began scrap booking with Creative Memories.  I became a consultant, gave workshops on both Recovery and scrap booking.  That didn't last long.  But in that time learned a lot about myself and recovered a somewhat orderly brain.

The reason I bring her up today is that I had given her books to my parish library.  A few weeks ago, I found them there.  No one had touched them, though they had sat on the shelf for at least 3 years.  Since I recognized I have some lingering issues of procrastination, I snatched them off the shelves.  I wanted to revisit my helper Sandra Felton. 

The first thing I did was take her assessment on my housekeeping skills.  I rated a 6.  I think I would be ok with being a 7.  Which translates, being able to have company 2 or 3 times in one week with little effort.  I can do that, kind of. 

I have so many "Paper Dragons".  Just entering my library is an instant overload.  I have tried so many methods of organizing, that I had duplicates of many subjects all over the room.   The counters need to be clear, I want them to be clear, they are NEVER clear for long.

This is a record of last years attempt to kill one Paper Dragon, his name was "Sentiment" I actually did make some progress. The green box this was all in is not nearly so stuffed!

I kept reading.  I found her Flipper system and took mine off the shelf.  It needed revising.  I did rejoice that I knew where it was and that it was not a Mess.  I didn't even have to dig it out of a pile. Gazing at the "Flipper", reminded me how life was before I created my own.  The transformation that took place within my heart and even the formative influence it had on my children.  I have three adult children and a teenager.  They are NOT Messies. The two youngest are better at organizing and taking care of things than the first batch was at their age.  I digress.

I made a commitment that moment to follow the rest of Sandra's system in the way I had not the first time.  It consists of: The Flipper; a flip style photo album with daily chores and menus on one half, inspiration on the other. An index card file for contact info; A-Z, the months of the year; with the chores that need to be done in in that season or month.  I filed away pre-printed address labels in this box, and shopping contacts, meat market, Kung Fu lessons, theaters, etc.  The portable notebook: my dear Aunt Perky gave me this one for Christmas, next year I hope to print out pages from my iCalender and basically put one together from scratch.  We shall see.  And at max, a two drawer file cabinet.  For most Messy house wives, that is too much.  I committed myself to one drawer of Files in a desk drawer in the library.

An index file, a notebook for carrying, the Flipper and the 4th element..

 the file system  is (in the drawer of a desk).

As I revised my "Flipper" to a smaller size, I could see that mixing up the "system" was a problem.  Messies need to keep things simple.  I had Sandra's idea with the "Slob Sisters" preprinted cards in my system.  The "Slob Sisters" were a comical team of organizers.  The problem is, they used an index file system that was two complicated for the Messy.  I also had tried to use a Rolodex card system they suggested for my address book.  That is gone now, and so are two address books. 

I like the way the index card file is reflected on the counter.

Putting together the structure for this system has taken me three weeks. 



The file system was not so much as labeling files as it was getting rid of things I am attached to.  An exercise in DETACHMENT.  A virtue crucial to souls such as mine. If you look at my Facebook, it reflects my need to collect information.  It doesn't make my house messy, but it does waste  time. If that news was coming in the form of paper, it would be in my file.   It used to be and that is what I had to clean out, NEVER again. Now I have to remember this little saying. "Rhonda, you do not need to...See everything, Have everything, or KNOW Everything.  GOD has that covered and that is the ONLY thing YOU NEED to know."

On that mantra, you would think I could stop typing.  But NO... this is about procrastinating.  There are so many things that distract us Messies, we MUST find the tools to keep us on track.  But it is not just the tools.  It is God I need.  Some of my files have been bothering me for years, so much that I would rather stuff new paper in new file cabinets rather than make room for anything.  It is just too hard to face. My self published Catholic Home Education newsletter, of three years, was a painful memory.  I wanted to keep them, "they were pretty, had pictures of old friends and good articles".  But 95% of the people in those newsletters are not in my life anymore, I had typos and complaints that every time I look at them I feel it, and only one family said they enjoyed one newsletter.  When I unearth my old stack of the JMJ News for Catholic Home Educators, I have to face my motivation.  Approval. I want to believe that I loved publishing and acknowledging the efforts of others, but the pain from not being appreciated is so great that I can't let go of the mess of drafts and originals.  When I look at them, I still think they are pretty, but only on the surface. Our Advisor and his wife gave us some GREAT articles, so the content  was lovely.  My memories of events reported is not lovely. AND THAT IS JUST A SAMPLE OF the effects of MY PAPER DRAGON on my soul!  DEAR JESUS, SAVE ME!  I need to know that God is in control, and He wills me to ORDER and PEACE,  His love for me is greater than my own. He desires to be with me in all things, I just have to invite Him and "remain connected to the Vine" infusing me with the grace necessary for the difficult tasks.  A rather random thought but it fits, Fr. Jo's comment in Sunday's homily...Perfection in Christ, MERCY.  Mercy with self and others.

More Books on the Shelf..

more ways to procrastinate.  Sick that I am.  I watched a lame Christian comic on You Tube a while back.  He was monologuing about how he has no conversion testimony.  It was painful and stupid to watch.  The Road to Damascus is a book about 15 converts to the Catholic Faith. No two conversion story was alike, but every person was an author, before and after the conversion to Rome. I felt kind of like that comic.  I have no story, I am just a zealot.  I don't want to be. I am finding it really ugly.

The next book I pulled from the shelf is Born Fundamentalist, Born Again Catholic.  My books are cataloged some what, I guess I am on the Apologetics and Conversion story shelf.  This one is written in the language of the Evangelical.  It is painful to read the attitude David Currie and his Christian brethren have about Catholic Christians. Some sects don't associate with those who associate with Catholics, and some just don't associate with Catholics.

I am so fed up with the lies that get thrown around about the  human person in this culture of death, I am like a fundamentalist zealot. I have forgotten Jesus First, He will take care of our human dignity.  I need to practice some surrender and  silence. It has come to my attention that without exception, ALL of the stories I have read, happen independently of someone pointing out ANYTHING amiss in the faith being practiced.  It is ALL a provocation of the Holy Spirit, GENTLY questioning the soul, the soul continues looking for answers, and they arrive Home to a fullness of faith, Jesus in the Eucharist.

I am going to set this book aside.  I enjoyed reading this man's conversion story, the rest of the book is Apologetics, and I am not in need of that. I get into enough trouble as it is. Though purusing through the chapters, he does an EXCELLENT job of explaining the Faith in ways I have never read or heard before.  I might even make a note inside, just in case I forget that I better read something else.  I will have it on my loan out or give away for anyone who would like to have it.

On to another tome.