Let’s Hear It For The Girls

The other day I was reading a Time Magazine article regarding women in the priesthood.  That’s right, women in the priesthood, in the Catholic Church.  Okay, so according to the Vatican they aren’t priests in the “Church”, okay they aren’t even in the church because they have been excommunicated.  But who knew?

So I visited their website and found there are 50 ordained Womenpriests and 5 women bishops in the U.S. and Canada.  They were ordained by a European Bishop whose identity remains guarded by all he ordained.  The women received training and guidance from priests.  But after they were ordained, they were not welcome in their churches and told they could attend Mass, but not wear their collar.  The womenpriests understand this as the priests would be excommunicated if it came out they were complacent in this matter.So far there are 3 in the Chicago area and the push is on for more everywhere.

Of course we would not hear anything about this from our Mother Church,  The Vatican  put the ordaining of female priests on the same level as pedophilia,a grave crime or “graviora delicta”.  Really?  Who says women do not receive the priestly call from God?  And if they do they cannot follow the call because the males in the Vatican have determined that the Lord did not have female disciples, according to the Bible, which by the way was edited my men and did not include all the information that was discovered.  So how does anyone know God’s intent?  This is the problem I have with organized religion.  Most of it is well intended, but still, come on man.

I believe that the ordination of women is something that the Catholic Church can no longer ignore or categorize as a sin or crime.  So I encourage my readers, especially those of the Catholic persuasion to gather as much information as possible on this subject and perhaps take a stand.  The church is in desperate need of priests and women should be allowed into the priesthood.

The Autumn Of My Life

I love the Fall season.  Leaves crackling underfoot, the familiar smell of autumn in the air.  Even during a warm spell, there is a something in the air reminding you that this is only temporary.  This is my first fall in the Midwest in 5 years, having been trapped in the Pacific Northwest with no seasons.  The climate is very temperate and that in itself is nice.  But because of our proximity to the ocean and the mountains, it is very rainy and gloomy most of the year.  You can count on some nice weather between 4th of July and Labor Day.

But I digress.  Today I find myself sitting on a park bench outside Rochester Methodist Hospital, in the Mayo complex, with my Corgi dog Waylon.  It is a glorious day to be alive.  The lunchtime aromas are wafting through the air.  It is an October-fest type atmosphere.  All of a sudden I realize that 28 years ago this very day, Sam proposed to me.  Neither of us knew then we would be challenged by so many health issues later in our lives.

Just as there are seasons of the year, I believe there are seasons to our life.  I am thinking this is the autumn of my life.  I thought 50 as great fun, but somehow when I turned 60 there was a pall of my own mortality, sneaking up on me without warning, “this is a friendly reminder that you are not going to live forever.”  Kind of like the civil defense warnings we get the first Tuesday of every month.  “This is a test, had it been an actual alert, blah blah blah”.  I welcome the change in weather, the change in my life, not so much.

Getting off track again…Here in the October noon-time sun, there is a breeze blowing the fallen leaves over my Birkenstock clad feet, as I watch the comings and goings of this medical community.   I love coming up here.  It feels like home.  We are all here for the same reason.  World class medical care.  There is much diversity, yet a camaraderie here that is palpable among all.  It gives me a feeling that I am being enfolded in the loving arms of this great place founded by the Brothers Mayo, and a feeling that everything will be okay and even if it turns out not to be,  a solace knowing you did all you could.

We have experienced Spring, Summer and Fall here in this Southwest Minnesotan city and are hoping that when we come back in the Winter, Sam will be cancer free.  Time has slowed here, giving me time to sort my thoughts and taste life as it has been given to me.  There is much to appreciate and yet so much to question.  I try not to look back, only forward, and make each day the best it can be.

Bump It Baby

We’ve all seen them.  The infomercials that used to haunt the television in the middle of night that are now inundating daytime TV.  I have bought my share.  The Smooth Away, and Sham-Wow to name a couple and am somewhat intrigued by Mr. Steamy.  Today we are talking about the Bump It.

Flo in the Progressive Insurance commercial wears one, I am sure of it.  The object is to put it in your hair on the crown of your head to give your hair some height.  Prior to this device, we were forced to tease or “rat” our hair for fullness.  At first glance it would appear that this device might save the hair from the ravages of the aforementioned, but in the instructions it says to place the Bump It and then tease the hair to hide it.

A question comes to mind.  Why would you want to look like a prom queen from the early sixties?  I know retro is in right now, but really, this was not one of our finest moments.

While visiting my Grand kids last weekend, we found one and immediately started to experiment with it.  Addie wanted to try it so we obliged her.  She immediately aged, looking as if she was going to appear at the Grand Ole Opry and break into song.  You know Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynette  etc.  We had a riot!

So here’s an idea.  Why not have a party and try the various infomercial products to see how and if they work?  Of course there should be alcohol involved for the adults….