Meggy's Place

wanderings of a broken down catholic

I think… we should deemphasize, when possible, this idea of people as role models. I’ve yet to meet or hear about anybody that is actually anywhere near perfect. In my experience and the experiences shared in literature, thinking of ourselves as role models or idolizing others as role models sets us up for big problems. We should, certainly, be aware of how our behavior affects others, but I’m real enough with myself to know that, even on my best days, I don’t want anybody modeling themselves off of my life. I never know what I might do.


Teaching – what a rough life

Life has been going really fast since school started.  I miss blogging.  But if I’m honest, I know that the reason I haven’t blogged has nothing to do with not having time.  It has more to do with lack of mental willpower and energy, and maybe with laziness. Continue reading “Teaching – what a rough life”

If life is really like a box of chocolates

Maybe depression is so alluring because it opens our eyes to truths we don’t want to forget.

Today is a blessing after a long week of teaching, traffic, and exhaustion.  It’s quiet, it’s slow, and I stayed in my PJs most of the day.  My husband was home with me until he heard about some trouble his grandfather was having with a new washing machine.

But all day I felt dissatisfied, lonely.  I kept thinking, I should turn off the TV, I should focus on planning for next week, I wish….  I wished my husband wasn’t playing video games and that we were doing something together. Continue reading “If life is really like a box of chocolates”

Trusting God

If we were having coffee….

You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord
Who abide in His shadow for life
Say to the Lord
“My refuge, my rock in whom I trust!”

And He will raise you up on eagles’ wings
Bear you on the breath of dawn
Make you to shine like the sun
And hold you in the palm of His hand. Continue reading “Trusting God”

Struggling to write a dragon novel…

If we were having coffee….  Mmm, don’t that just hit the spot, honey.

In a fantasy universe, I’d be a dragon trainer.  I’ve always loved dragons.  Great, big majestic creatures, tamable. Continue reading “Struggling to write a dragon novel…”

6 Things People With Mental Illness Might Be Scared To Admit –

My body has something weird going on.  I’m sure it’s stress and unpredictability and changing routines.  I have a number of symptoms.  My appetite, for one, is all over the place.  I have no desire to eat when I should, looking at good food doesn’t make my stomach growl, and I get hungry between meals even if I eat at least my normal amount.  I think it’s dehydration and lack of regular activity.

And that’s another thing – there just isn’t enough to do in the garden.  Every day I wake up and rain is in the forecast: 80% chance by 4 in the afternoon.  No weeds, so harvest, no expansion work to be done right now.  If we weren’t waiting to get the next paycheck before we buy anything unnecessary and expensive, I might go to the garden center and buy Hostas or ornamental grasses for the area of the front garden that I prepared for herbs (yeah, that ain’t working out).

Every day is eating, reading, watching TV, and battling an infestation of dirty dishes.

I have been drinking at least one mug of tea a day – often two.  So that’s a lot of tea.

But now, above all else, I need to focus on preparing lessons for school.  I start to teach high school in just a couple weeks so I need to figure out what I’ll be doing day to day!

Adventures in Louisiana gardening

At last, I spotted tiny tomato leaves peeping out of the tumbled earth.  I had to squat down and look with patience to see them.  Less than a week ago, I think, I looked at the weather forecast and found we were expecting a “dry spell.”  So when I went out to garden, I resolved to plant new tomato seeds.  The first set, I fear, were washed away or drowned. Continue reading “Adventures in Louisiana gardening”

Treacherous journey on the crag of disillusionment: Being 22 and Catholic

I’d like to say a little something tonight about my subtitle.  My tagline.  As I write this now, my tagline is “a journey of disillusionment” and I rather expect it to remain my subtitle for some time – though I can hardly decide whether to hope to be disillusioned.

Continue reading “Treacherous journey on the crag of disillusionment: Being 22 and Catholic”

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