Daniel Berrigan and Mercedes Sosa in one piece - no way, I love it! Thanks for reminding me to frame the picture of her that has been stored in my closet - and articulating so beautifully the gems received and the paradox of being raised under the influence of Catholicism (and Peace and Justice movement). Took me years to allow myself to allow room for the gifts after I left it and didn't look back.
What a great piece! My relationship to Catholicism is very similar.
I’ve been jokingly calling myself a “culturally Catholic atheist” for years. Culturally for many of the same reasons you noted above, but maybe I meant kitschy all along.
I was raised Catholic. I no longer consider myself Catholic, but I was born on St. Francis of Assisi's feast day, and my relationship to that has shaped so much of the person I am (for years I thought everyone took their pets to get blessed on their birthdays!). Maybe we never fully escape the Catholicism of our youth?
oh, this is so good to think about, thank you! Especially for someone who desperately tried to not be catholic. I hated attending church. I didn't go to a religious school but did have to attend catechism classes, like Sunday school but it was a Tuesday night, and I cried every time I went. (Because I was shy not for any other terrible reasons).
I loved learning the word apostasy as a teen. And I think I carried that with me for a long time. But I think there are cracks where some details seep through, and you mentioned Brother Victor-Antoine d'Avila-Latourrette - I just pulled out one of my favourite 2nd hand cookbook finds: Twelve months of Monastery Soups by Brother V-A. I don't have interest in the Bible but I do in other parts of the architecture of it all.
Daniel Berrigan and Mercedes Sosa in one piece - no way, I love it! Thanks for reminding me to frame the picture of her that has been stored in my closet - and articulating so beautifully the gems received and the paradox of being raised under the influence of Catholicism (and Peace and Justice movement). Took me years to allow myself to allow room for the gifts after I left it and didn't look back.
What a great piece! My relationship to Catholicism is very similar.
I’ve been jokingly calling myself a “culturally Catholic atheist” for years. Culturally for many of the same reasons you noted above, but maybe I meant kitschy all along.
I was raised Catholic. I no longer consider myself Catholic, but I was born on St. Francis of Assisi's feast day, and my relationship to that has shaped so much of the person I am (for years I thought everyone took their pets to get blessed on their birthdays!). Maybe we never fully escape the Catholicism of our youth?
oh, this is so good to think about, thank you! Especially for someone who desperately tried to not be catholic. I hated attending church. I didn't go to a religious school but did have to attend catechism classes, like Sunday school but it was a Tuesday night, and I cried every time I went. (Because I was shy not for any other terrible reasons).
I loved learning the word apostasy as a teen. And I think I carried that with me for a long time. But I think there are cracks where some details seep through, and you mentioned Brother Victor-Antoine d'Avila-Latourrette - I just pulled out one of my favourite 2nd hand cookbook finds: Twelve months of Monastery Soups by Brother V-A. I don't have interest in the Bible but I do in other parts of the architecture of it all.
I can't believe a Buckcherry clock exists, and here you found someone willing to pay for it :p
How else are we supposed to mark time if it’s not by music, food and trauma?
Son et Lumiere (Gestating with all the other rats), Inertiatic Esp (listened in that order) and Televators. Gold.