Thursday, October 07, 2010

Mi bicicleta Olivia



Esta es mi bicicleta Olivia. Olivia nacio en Nottingham, Inglatera mas o menos en los sesentas. No estoy segura cuando exactamente.


Olivia me lleva a trabajar fielmente. Le gusta pasar por el parquecito camino a la academia San Jose. Le gusta ir porque le caen bien mis alumnos. En las mananas, cundo los alumnos llegan, la saludan haciendo sonar su claxon y Olivia se rie y su risa suena ring-ring.






A Olivia le gusta visitar un taller de bicicletas en Mexico. No es como el taller de bicicltas de aqui. No, este taller tiene personalidad. Las bicicletas que Olivia ha conocido tienen mas o menos su edad y puede platicar de cosas de su epoca.




Este taller tiene accesorios que le gustan a Olivia, y yo se los compro porque no son muy caros. Los del taller de aqui no pueden comprarse, etonces la consiento cuando vamos de visita. Y me agradece con su voz de ring- ring.

En ese taller conoci al dueno. Un Senor, ya grande, pero con mucho amor por las bicicletas. Sobre todo la bicicleta popular, la del pueblo. A Olivia y a mi nos da gusto que existan talleres como esos donde bicicletas antiguas y cansadas puedan renovarse y sentirse bellas de nuevo.
A mi tambien me gusta ver como las bicicletas se renuevan. Me gusta ver a la gente del puebo. Me gusta escuchar las historias de la gente. Del numero de kilometros que viajan todos los dias para llegar a su trabajo. Y cargando tuvos y herramientas para su trabajo. Esas parrillas que venden en ese taller pueden sostener un elefante!
En fin, con gusto presentamos, Olivia y yo, al Taller de Bicicletas Royal. Ella y yo somos clientes especiales. Gracias, Mexico. (Olivia dice ring- ring)












Friday, September 24, 2010

Flooding in Mexico




There has been a lot of rain in the area these last days. Last Sunday I went to the Mexican side to visit relatives. On the way back, trying to come home, the rain stopped me. I didn't mind getting wet, but no car could go through that amount of water.





There's over one thousand people homeless. The water has gone down but their houses are ruined, there's mud and mosquitoes.


Please pray for the people in Mexico and for an end to violence along the border towns.



Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Bread for the Journey



Give us this day our daily bread...Mark 6:11

Just like the Jews waited for the manna in the desert, as Christians we know that our heavely Father will provide for our needs. "Look at the birds of the sky, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? "Mt 6:26




Making bread has become a passion of mine. It was in my bucket list. The first attemps were succesful, others were not. I performed a reversed miracle, I turned the bread into stone! Those failures taught me a few things, especially that I must be patient and that I must have the right intention. Too soft kneading, to much kneading, no, just the right kind of kneading.



The dough has been kind to me. It has shown me that if I work at it, if I intend to use it to feed people, it will show me how to get it right. In bread making the right touch is important. The right intention is too. The bread that one buys at the store, for example, never tastes as good as home made bread.


The art of bread making is ancient. The Jews for examplemake bread without yeast in remembrance of the years in the desert. Bread is important in almost every culture. There is something to say for bread that feeds the body and the soul. This is the Bread that nourishes me, it expands in my soul the way yeast expands in the flour. But yet yeast without flour is no good. I have the bread, I need the hunger.




When I make bread I pray for the people that will be eating it. It becomes a meditartion as I slowly and carefully knead the dough. I especially enjoy making bread for the Agape meal in Holy Week.




I love all the biblical images in the bible about bread. "The Kingdom of Heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed into a large amount of flour until it worked all through the dough." Mt 13:33



The pictures of this bread show a bread I make, I do not know what to call it. It is a sweet yeast bread filled with apples, raisins, nuts and other things. It was good. But there is an even better bread. The Bread of Life.

As Sisters of the Incarnate Word daily Eucharist is a must. We have the privilege the receive the bread of life everyday. That is the Bread that fills us. The Bread that sustains our life as Religious.
We ask God everyday, "give us this day our daily bread" but, are we becoming bread ourselves?

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Oblate Trail Ride




The Oblate Trail Ride is a bicycle tour that follows along Military Highway in Brownsville. This is the area that the Oblates of Mary Immaculate traveled by horseback more than 100 years ago in order to provide spiritual and material help to the remote communities of the Rio Grande Valley.







There were 12, 25, 50, 62.5 and 115 miles. I only biked to the 12 mile stop. It was fun...and a bit painful since I am not a sports bike rider, I only ride to work and back. However, there was something beautiful happening inside me. At some point I was so tired (since I rode my princess bike, not really made for long rides) and I prayed. I said to those holy men "Come on Brother Oblates, you know what a sore butt feels like, help a Sister!" And I felt a surge of energy that allowed me to continue to mile 12.

The route was so long that I couldn't believe the Oblates traveled it by horseback in order to celebrate Mass. Those were holy men of God with hearts of gold. May God continue to bless the Oblates and may he grant them many vocations.


After this route I promised myself to go biking along that route more often. And next year, if I can get a hold of a road bike, the other cyclist will know that God is on my side (God is always here, they just couldn't tell because they went zoom! and were gone.) Seriously, I ate their dust. So, hopefully next year I will go to mile 50.
It was fun. God bless the Oblates!

Monday, April 12, 2010

Spring in Texas




My beautiful nieces, Frida and Fatima






Wild flowers on the side of the road from Corpus Christi to Brownsville, TX.




still living


I am still living. It's been so long since I updated this that I had no idea how to log in.
I' still here, still a Sister of the Incarnate Word. This is my second year as a temporary profesed Sister. I am ministering in Brownsville, Texas. I live in the convent here which is actually the craddle of the Order in America. It also happens to be my hometown.
This year I'm teaching Senior Religion at St. Joseph's Academy, a Marist school. We are a few weeks from graduation. 44 days to be exact. I'm really looking forward to attending graduation with my students. I'll be there, cheering them and praying for them.
At the end of May I clean my classroom and head to San Antonio, Texas to continue work on my MA in Theology. I love San Antonio, it's full of beautiful churches and most especially Vietnamese food, right across from the University!
I hope you had a beautiful Easter. More later.