Mass was incredibly hard today. I never want to have to say goodbye to a priest ever again. The church was completely packed, and we were all crying like crazy. I’m planning on going to noon mass Monday through Thursday this week so I can really say goodbye to Father. Next weekend is going to be so strange. I’ll cantoring for Father Al instead.
All the same, today is a wonderful celebration of what makes us Catholic. It’s exciting and beautiful - the most beautiful thing that is possible to experience while on this planet.
I love the Church for more reasons than there are stars in the sky, but the absolute bottom line is that today is the reason why I am Catholic.
This summer, we collected seventeen monarch eggs and caterpillars. So far we’ve released three of them, and I’d like to introduce them to you!
This guy’s name is Abel, our first butterfly of the year, and he was released on June 25th.
Here’s Adam. He was released on June 26th. As a caterpillar, his antennae were seemingly deformed and we worried for his health, and we kept him separate from the other ones so he couldn’t get them sick, but as a butterfly he looks just as healthy as anyone else.
This one’s Alban! I found his saint’s story particularly interesting. He was released later in the evening on June 26th. Initially, we rushed to get him outside because the weather was looking like it could get stormy, but he was actually flying around the porch, just dying to be free. He was the strongest butterfly that we’ve released so far.
We did have one sweetie die on his or her way into forming a chrysalis on the 25th. It was kind of heartbreaking to all of us, but hopefully the other seventeen will make it safely into nature.
Words cannot describe how wonderful today was. I was nervous for the first two songs, and then once I started acting, something just let go and I wasn’t myself anymore. I was the character in every song I sang, without any walls up anymore. I wasn’t afraid of what people would think.
As much as I love theatre, I always thought that I’d never be able to be a serious actress because I could never become the character. I always felt like Marissa acting. But that wasn’t it today. Maybe it was because the stage lights were down, so I really couldn’t see anybody. I don’t know. But I wasn’t scared. I did things today that I have never done before, even when I’d acted at home.
I seriously had a moment where I had to close my eyes while I was singing because I almost cried, purely because of the pain that my character was feeling at the moment. It had nothing to do with me or my own life. It was the struggle and desperation of my character that almost brought me to tears.
Ahhh, I wish everyone that I’ve ever known could’ve been there. I cannot imagine feeling as good as I did today.
And the reception was wonderful, and I got to have my own gluten-free pizza, and spend time with my friends and family. Then we all decided to make a day of it, and I went frisbee golfing, all the while still wearing my perfect, gorgeous recital gown. Across the river, one of the paddle boats had some big band music playing. It just put me in the best mood. I felt like I was straight out of the 40’s. I wanted to be somewhere and just dance with people.
I got to see my cousin for the first time in a long, long while today. I loved catching up and talking to her. Followed up with long, deep heart-to-hearts with my wonderful mother and I got to end the night with some marshmallows and a fire outside with my two best guys.
I must continue to hold onto the way I felt today. It is attainable. It will be my life someday.
One thing society does not seem to understand is that sex is not a “me” thing, it’s a “we” thing. Sex is not to be used for getting pleasure yourself. If that’s the only reason you’re having sex, you should not be having sex. I think this is why people are ok with contraception, abortion, etc.-…
I'm coming to your garden to raise Caine with your dad...poison in the butterfly garden? What is the matter with him?
He just cares more about what the yard looks like than how healthy it is. He wants to get a professional to come out and spray the whole yard, but considering my dog just died of cancer, we’re going to fight him to the end on that one.
I dunno. His priorities just aren’t the same as the rest of my family’s.
So my dad finally decided to start using herbicide in our garden. As upset as it made the whole family, there wasn’t much we could do. Matt and I started tearing down the milkweed plants so butterflies wouldn’t lay their eggs in the chemicals.
But, to be safe, we keep checking the leaves. So far, we’re up to 12 caterpillars/eggs.