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Game On!

Politics aside, this is so cute! Just to let you know: I am praying for a

strong leader like this, to take back




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Moving Day!

Well, this day had to come. I’m dragging my feet, hating to say g

oodbye…. But this is it, folks! It’s Moving Day!

I live my life in an organizational crisis.
Just ask my husband: When’s the last time I could tell you, right off without a frantic search through purse and pockets and junk drawer, where my car keys are?
Just ask my co-workers: When’s the last time I filed notes from a meeting as soon as I got back to my desk?

For information enthusiasts like me, Moving Day brings risks: the risk that I’ll drop stuff or break stuff or forget stuff, the risk that I’ll lose my way on unfamiliar turf, the risk that my old friends won’t ever visit me in my new digs….

But you will, won’t you? Visit, that is. We’ve shared so many stories! I’ve laughed with you, I’ve learned from you, and I always thought it would go on forever.

If we’ve become friends here at Seasons of Grace, then come along with me to the NEW Seasons of Grace, in the Catholic Portal over at Patheos. If you love links, you’ll find me here. If you want to scribble my new address in your spiral bound tablet in purple ink, it’s There, now—write it down! If you don’t have paper, the palm of your hand will work just fine.

I’ll be hanging around over there with some writing greats like Elizabeth Scalia (The Anchoress), Deacon Greg Kandra, Mark

Shea, Kathryn Jean Lopez, and bunches of other great Catholic voices. As they said in the old Girl

Scouts song, “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other’s gold.” You, my friends, are the gold. So come on over!


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Love at First Sight? Woman Weds a Warehouse

Oh, those crazy Occupy folks!


strong>Just when you think there’s nothing new under the sun, Occupy Seattle protestor Babylonia Aivaz, a Duke University graduate, married an abandoned warehouse at 10th and Union Street in Seattle.

Yes: I said “married.” The bride, radiant in a white wedding gown, posed beside a bulldozer as fellow occupiers swayed to the strains of Bill Withers’ 1972 hit “Lean On Me” strummed by a ukelele.

The wedding, Aivaz’ friends report, was a lesbian wedding because the warehouse, like Aivaz, is “female.”

The 107-year-old building had been occupied by 200 Occupy Seattle protestors, who sought to reclaim it as a community center with communal art displays, or possibly free child care.

Aivaz wrote about her bulky spouse on a Facebook event page created especially for the wedding, complete with photos:

“The moment we entered the warehouse we became a true community. We became self-motivated. We worked co-operatively. We explored

36,000 square feet like children, giggling and dreaming at the possibility of all that space. We played with conveyer belts, riding up and down. The kind you always want to sit on in the airport luggage dispensers. We strung up lights…. We removed pounds and pounds of unnecessary building materials…. We dreamed.”

The dream was short-lived, however. The building is slated to be torn down to make room for a new apartment complex; and demolition has already begun.



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You Are What You Do/Say/Think….

I read once that when a neurosurgeon touches a spot on the human brain w

ith a probe, he elicits memories. All kinds of memories: a moment in childhood, a school day, a family vacation from years past. Sights, sounds, tastes, smells, feelings. Pain and pleasure, fear and fury and fun. Whatever is stored on that particular neural tract, on the slender, myelin-wrapped pathway, is revealed by the surgeon’s gentle touch.

It’s a sobering thought. That means that everything we have thought and said and done—little kindnesses and base betrayals, virtues and sins—is still there somewhere. We think we’ve gotten over the hurt of a high school rejection, we’ve quit smoking, we’ve left behind our childish habits; but those things are part of the mix, kneaded into the dough of our experience and contributing to the flavor of our very being.

We are who we are today—but just as surely, we are who we have always been.

The story was brought to mind recently by news reports of Maggie Meier, a young hoops star from Blue Valley Northwest High School in Overland Park, Kansas. Maggie became ill in 2008 with mycoplasma meningoencephalitis, a rare, intense form of meningitis. She was in a coma for nearly three months; and during that time, she couldn’t speak or write or recognize family or friends.

What Maggie could do, though, was shoot basketballs. The movements required to drive a basketball into the hoop were “so ingrained as one of Maggie’s basic instincts,” explained her neurologist, that her body remembered how to do it before she could walk or even stand.

The point I’m trying to make here is that for Maggie, the repetition of shooting hoops—the feel of the basketball in her hands, the swoop of her arms toward the basket—had been deeply imprinted in her brain.

You are what you do.

Lent is a good time to reflect on this—to realize that on the Day of Judgment, we will stand before God and, like the surgeon touching a probe to our myelin strands, He will expose all that we have done, all that we have been. Words spoken in haste, lies told to protect our reputations, traffic laws violated when no one’s looking, schemes to move up the social ladder: Like Adam and Eve, we will be aware of our nakedness and will blush in shame.

How can we evade this fate? We can’t.

But starting today, starting right now, we can begin to paper over the weaknesses, the embarrassing trivia of our lives, with memories that will stand up to Christ’s scrutiny.

We can give freely of ourselves to friends

and strangers. We can smile at small children and at the homeless man on the street. We can say “I love you” whenever possible. We can murmur prayers, sweet ejaculations of praise, as we go about our day. In time, we will find those prayers on our lips as we open our eyes to the morning sun; and it is then that they will be imprinted on our neural pathways, etched in myelin.

And when the day comes—when our life on this earth is over and when at last we rest in the arms of the Father—we will have a great blanket of love to cover over the offenses and shortcomings. We will still blush, as any imperfect thing blushes in the presence of great purity and light. But we will hold up our gift of love, grateful to have something to offer—glad to have, in our lives, magnified the meager talents we were given.

Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.

–Philippians 4:8

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