Looking At The Second Mansion

Looking At The Second Mansion

  When it comes down to prayer, I can freely admit that I am still a beginner, in fact, I feel like I’m in the Second Mansion. There is so much that I need to learn, and grow and gain!  There is never a dull moment with me in my home—that’s for sure. I am currently reading Fire Within, and it’s like an explanation of Saint Teresa of Avila Interior Castle, but he also talks about Saint John of the Cross, Dark Night of the Soul.  Now granted, these books are on my reading list, but I am really thankful for Fr. Thomas Dubay writings and insight regarding these two great mystics.   A look at the second mansion   As he breaks down the Interior Castle, and Saint Teresa many mansions, I cannot help but feel that I am currently in the second one.  As he explains,  “They are still engaged in worldly pastimes, half giving them up and half clinging to them.”¹  This is why I feel like I’m in the second mansion.   There are times that a thought runs through my mind where I would have the urge to read a book I once enjoyed in my pastime, but when given the opportunity to read it, I read something spiritual instead.  Almost like: “The man or woman in the second mansions is a battleground where the conflict between the world and the divine call is being waged.”² In a way, it’s almost comical. I’m all gun-ho about a certain book or movie, and when given the opportunity to watch or read it, the spirit is like,...

Secrets of New York City

Back in 1992, I caught wind of an African Burial ground in Manhattan.
This was HUGE back in the day to know, since the conditions of slavery has been treated to be only a southern thing.
Of course we know that slavery existed in the North, but we never really paid attention or asked how deep was it rooted in making New York City the city it is today.

Awakening My Parental Consciousness

  While walking with my daughter a complete stranger stopped me and started interesting conversation with me. Now, usually I don’t stop and have casual conversations with strangers, nor do I take advice that I didn’t ask for.  But this conversation seemed different.  So, I humored myself (and him) for the moment, and talked with him.  At the end of the conversation, he recommended that I read: Unconditional Parenting for a good reading guide. Its funny because he didn’t say anything about the way I was parenting my daughter, besides all we were doing that day was walking and having a conversation (she was 3 at the time).  Pointing to the buildings, and looking at the colors.  Maybe that day I was open for a learning experience. For the past couple of years, I have struggled with the idea of what kind of parent that I want to be, and what kind of parent that I am.  I admit that there are [many] times where there are power struggles between my daughter and me, but I do try to do my best to get down on her level and explain myself.  Never overbearing, but firm when letting her know that there is a line that we both do not cross. When that didn’t work, there times that I have engaged in time-out it but didn’t feel right. So in turn, I’ve been trying my best to find a balance. After getting through 4 chapters [so far], I don’t think I can sing this book enough praises. It is not a book that tells you what you’re doing wrong, but it goes...

Sharing The Love: My Favorite Childhood Book

Growing up, I used to love Sesame Street. I used to know when the show was coming on and looked forward to seeing it everyday. I will even admit that I liked to watch it in my early teens. Of all my favorite characters, Grover was my favorite (even to this day). Besides him being furry, he was just lovable with a funny personality. I never fell into the Big Bird fan club, maybe because he always seemed to have an attitude with that whiney voice (don’t ask, I’m just not a fan), but with Grover, everything was perfect. One of my favorite books was Monster At The End of This Book . A year ago I was literally bugging my husband to pick this book up because we just had to have it in our library. The only thing is, it was a soft page book and she’s not ready to work with soft pages without destroying them. So now I stare at the shelf biding my time to share this wonderful book with her. I don’t think she will be ready for it for another year, but if it’s more time that she needs in order to not destroy this book, then I’ll gladly wait. Do you have a favorite childhood book that you have shared / want to share with your...