tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post3201013609470188099..comments2024-02-21T14:12:55.866-06:00Comments on coming home to myself: Immoderation in High PlacesDeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-60737475927877481022011-11-12T17:50:16.593-06:002011-11-12T17:50:16.593-06:00Dee, how did you survive this? I never could have...Dee, how did you survive this? I never could have lasted.Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-1186640993333380972011-11-08T08:32:25.036-06:002011-11-08T08:32:25.036-06:00Ah, Dee, what insight you bring to this convent ex...Ah, Dee, what insight you bring to this convent experience. Your writing always amazes. It is witty and questioning while I feel your compassion and love. As harsh and cruel as your experiences were, I wonder if you would feel at One with creation if you had not gone through it. (I'm not condoning it, just wondering)<br /><br />My husband's elementary education in the mid-fifties to mid-sixties was in a Catholic school, especially interesting in that his mother was a public school teacher then principal. The big picture is that he did get a good education. The eight years of little pictures, however, were at the tyranny of many of his teacher nuns, especially for a boy. I can still hear the terror in his voice when he and his friends, one the son of the school's janitor, trembled in horror. There were caught throwing the forbidden snowballs at recess. Sister ranted on and on about Jesus giving his life for their sins on the cross, then, ordered the one boy to go to his father for some nails. They were in second grade. <br /><br />I bring this up wondering, after reading your post, at how many novices went on to teach after their years of training in convents. <br /><br />Your writing is wonderful, Dee, and you always compel me to think and look deeper into meanings. Much thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-50222552790604813892011-11-08T00:07:13.434-06:002011-11-08T00:07:13.434-06:00And isn't it a great inkling to have. Being O...And isn't it a great inkling to have. Being One with all really puts a different spin on many of our human tendencies. SandraSandra Wilkeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06640562716913535824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-55159151975914063522011-11-07T04:15:12.662-06:002011-11-07T04:15:12.662-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01069419364783245762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-39120467170932010832011-11-07T04:08:57.598-06:002011-11-07T04:08:57.598-06:00Another truly incredible peek into convent life. M...Another truly incredible peek into convent life. Most of us "out here" would have failed miserably. I certainly would have! It is a vastly different world from the secular one into which we were all born and it surprises me that there are those who willingly choose to enter this very strict way of life even today. I can see it had a function and appeal in years gone by, when life moved at a far slower pace anyway, but in the world we inhabit now, I really cannot begin to understand what would motivate a young person to toss their life aside to embrace such austerity. That it seems to have been a breeding ground for those with obvious personality imbalances may explain some, but not all. I did not mean disrespect in this comment, but I do see there was potential for aberant behaviours to develop, or be honed to a fine art. I'm sure that explains the problem the Catholic church has had with generations of paedophiles and miscreants hiding behind the cloth. I loved the action you took to put an end to this silliness! What a spunky little person you were.Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01069419364783245762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-50280582658442209252011-11-06T18:55:38.269-06:002011-11-06T18:55:38.269-06:00Another post showing how selfless you were/are .
I...Another post showing how selfless you were/are .<br />I still don't know how you handled all that.<br />I'm way too stubborn and outspoken.<br />Thanks for continuing to stop by and your support AND thinking of my son.<br />You truly are amazing.<br />I hope you enjoyed your break from the blogging and that your book is going well!Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07424634103782590436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-15701005487698467672011-11-06T12:43:54.105-06:002011-11-06T12:43:54.105-06:00What a wonderful story about a very complex woman ...What a wonderful story about a very complex woman and nearly impossible situation. I was not at all expecting the ending, and loved it all the more for the surprise of it.Deb Shuckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-17272133039537991432011-11-06T12:42:02.051-06:002011-11-06T12:42:02.051-06:00Oh my! How very sad that someone would think that...Oh my! How very sad that someone would think that treating people that harshly could be a good thing.Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-87235274837104372212011-11-06T00:48:37.007-05:002011-11-06T00:48:37.007-05:00Silence...endless silence...would be like the Chin...Silence...endless silence...would be like the Chinese water torture to me. I am not silent even living alone! Even if I didn't have Karma to talk to, I have talked to inanimate objects and plants since I was a child. I hum and sing to myself. I even talk in my sleep.<br /><br />But I can fully understand her attention to details. It's having a care and love for even the stick pins in your life. I can relate to that part...touching and handling things with a kind of care and reverence. I know it sounds strange, but I almost flinch when I see people throw things, or kick things, or slam things. And I'm talking just their shoes or a book on the table or some object in their way. I never really put that into clear thought before. Hummm...your posts are always fascinating and thought provoking. :) <br />But silence...I'd have been tossed out, run away, or driven a nun to murder! LOL!Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-43357506869666584552011-11-05T19:56:35.244-05:002011-11-05T19:56:35.244-05:00Excellent post, and another glimpse of a world I k...Excellent post, and another glimpse of a world I knew really nothing about until I started reading your blog. Quite remarkable, the stories of your life.Stephanie Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08117481136259148223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-28901357996719218532011-11-05T16:27:18.817-05:002011-11-05T16:27:18.817-05:00This is so fascinating about the list! You're...This is so fascinating about the list! You're brave. I wonder if others did the same thing, or maybe you did make the difference. :)Crazy Life of a Writing Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16064939499412649850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-55526739743223672952011-11-05T16:23:53.741-05:002011-11-05T16:23:53.741-05:005 weeks? 5 weeks of silence? I would not have last...5 weeks? 5 weeks of silence? I would not have lasted. Last night I ask Phil what kind of bird i would be if I were one and his immediate response was a parakeet because I chatter incessantly. haha I could not even argue with him.. It's true. You are a stronger woman than I will ever be my friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-14368339839574628992011-11-05T15:19:50.128-05:002011-11-05T15:19:50.128-05:00Hmmm. More and more I realize that I would NEVER h...Hmmm. More and more I realize that I would NEVER have lasted in a convent. But I did like the pretty habits of some of them, and I saw myself walking in a cloud of virtue. You have certainly divested me of that illusion! Enjoyed thinking about myself in your shoes, Dee. Thanks for the internal journey. :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-56448527521696906962011-11-05T13:33:34.811-05:002011-11-05T13:33:34.811-05:00I have left pins on the floor. I have talked when ...I have left pins on the floor. I have talked when it was not necessary & even interrupted people. I have slammed doors & let my clothing fray. I have done all this & MORE without being sorry & really caring. I am obviously not nun material & never could be. You are a better man than I, Gunga Din!fishduckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07334973392362918928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-76063276876837533492011-11-05T13:10:38.721-05:002011-11-05T13:10:38.721-05:00I think it would have worked a lot better had she ...I think it would have worked a lot better had she been listing her own faults & transgressions as well. And excessive virtue takes its toll too. ~MaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-5227504646046364282011-11-05T12:48:06.938-05:002011-11-05T12:48:06.938-05:00The world that you chose to be in seems odd to me ...The world that you chose to be in seems odd to me who sees our creator as very compassionate and hence would expect those who love Him to be the same. How can that environment teach the love and compassion for others?Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16174142810114806410noreply@blogger.com