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I’m always talking about working from home — my incense, my candles, my stuff. So I thought today I’d invite you all in for a virtual visit. Now you’ll know where I’m coming from. (more…)
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| Noah in utero |
I wrote something yesterday, and before I hit “publish,” I questioned whether I wanted to do it at all because I knew the potential fall out from friends who don’t see my point of view. And then I said to myself (out loud, because I hate to have to strain to hear what I’m saying), “If you’re gonna stand for something, then stand for something.” But I knew even as I was hitting the button that it would likely cause me trouble, and then I thought (this time silently), “Who cares?” Because, quite frankly, life is too short to pretend — whether through outright lies or quiet omission — that I’m something I’m not.
And so last night I updated my Facebook “political views” from “Don’t ask, don’t tell” (a nice, safe view if ever there was one) to “Independent, pro-life, vegetarian, traditional Roman Catholic, yogi. You try to figure it out.” Why hide who I am, what I am when no one else seems to worry about who their opinions and positions offend or unsettle?
There was a time when I took every opportunity I could to stand up and proclaim my views. College was an endless string of pro-life speeches, essays, philosophy presentations, and debates. And not once did I cower or waver or doubt. But times have changed, and free speech is no longer as free as it once was, but that’s a whole other, frightening story that many people aren’t willing to admit or, even more shockingly, are willing to accept. And all of that scares me and at the same time emboldens me because in some places young women are being shot for the right just to be educated, no less speak their minds. So how weak would I be if I didn’t even have the courage to stand up to the mainstream bullies who hope to silence the rest of us by making us doubt — or feel embarrassed by — the truths we know deep in our hearts?
So here I am, making — in the word’s of Mama Cass — my own kind of music, singing my own special song, even if nobody else sings along. Does that make it any less true for me, any less true in general? No. But in recent years I have let my opinions take a back seat because in the circles I move — writers, vegetarians, yoga practitioners — being pro-life isn’t the norm and isn’t really tolerated. Go figure. Talk about irony. And yet I feel it in a very real way. I go to yoga centers and read conservation magazines always with a sense that I’m an imposter or intruder because my views about life are outside what the so-called naturalists are willing to love or defend.
I am a writer. I am a vegetarian. I am a Roman Catholic. I am a yogi. I am a seeker. I am an open-minded, open-hearted pilgrim on a journey to the transcendent. I believe that life, even at its most vulnerable — or especially at its most vulnerable — deserves protection because to do otherwise would be unthinkable. And if even one person stops to think about what I’ve said and makes a choice on behalf of life, then this post is worth the paper it’s not printed on.
I have felt a baby move in my belly. I have stared at an ultrasound and seen nose and toes and thumb shoved in mouth, no different than a newborn. To deny it would be to deny the truth. To acknowledge it and still look the other way is beyond what I can comprehend. There was a time when my pro-choice friends tried to convince me I was wrong, and for the briefest moment, I thought I could do it — say I was “personally opposed but…” And then I looked in the mirror and knew I would only be lying to myself.
So it’s time to let my pro-life freak flag fly once again. What’s your truth? Speak it for all to hear, follow your heart, stand for something, even if no one else sings along. Here’s Mama Cass to give you a little encouragement along the way:
Many of you know that I am a huge St. Francis de Sales fan. I am continually amazed by the way this 17th century bishop speaks so profoundly and relevantly to our modern times. I thought I’d share a quote that speaks to me in a particular way these days.
Ponder these words:
“Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.” — St. Francis de Sales
Now, take a deep breath, close your eyes, and simply be for just two minutes. It will bring a sense of calm to whatever it is you’re doing right now.
So yesterday I ran downstairs to the unfinished side of my basement to throw in a load of laundry, and there on the cinderblock wall in front of me was the biggest house centipede I’d ever seen. After my initial “ACK!” reaction, I looked for the biggest thing I could find with plans to smash it, but it got away, moving in that creepy way centipedes do, all swervy and fast with legs and antennae going every which way. Down behind the rack of off-season clothes it went, and I made a mental note to shake out my jackets the next time I plan to wear one.
The incident was one that made for fun Facebook fodder. A quick status update about my centipede – nicknamed Randall after the nasty centipede-like character in the movie Monsters Inc. — garnered 30 comments by the time evening rolled around. What started as silly I-hate-centipede humor turned serious as one friend with Buddhist leanings suggested that those of us in the anti-centipede camp consider why this bug is marked for execution when something, say, as beautiful as a Monarch butterfly would incite quite a different reaction. Should something – even as something as seemingly insignificant as a centipede – die an automatic death simply for being created ugly?
“We make light of killing bugs, but what we’re saying is that some of God’s creatures deserve to be killed, for no other reason than we find them ugly,” my friend wrote.
We went back and forth a bit, with me acknowledging that, yes, I want to kill giant centipedes because they are creepy and their movements aren’t nearly as endearing as a Monarch butterfly’s might be. But the friend who won’t kill the centipede will eat a hamburger, so that raises other questions, at least in my mind. If meat isn’t “necessary” to a healthy diet, is killing a cow to get dinner ingredients justified any more than killing a bug because it might crawl into our clothes or figuratively under our skin?
All of this got me to thinking less about the centipede and more about another issue that’s been rearing its head in my life recently. Although I’m a vegetarian who abstains from all pork, beef, chicken, and the like, with only occasional servings of seafood, I didn’t choose that path for animal rights reasons. Originally I chose it because my mother died of colon cancer and I wanted to do everything I could to avoid her fate, although I did have issues with factory farming and other cruel – and downright disgusting — practices within the meat industry. Later, when Olivia, at age 7, decided she didn’t want animals to die for her dinner, I rejoined the vegetarian ranks in solidarity with her. Since that time, I feel myself moving more toward an animal rights stance, although I’m not there yet.
But our vegetarian lifestyle, and Olivia’s increasing interest in animal rights, has led to some long and rather frank conversations lately about things that have surprised and confused my socially aware 12-year-old. I explained to Olivia that she is likely to be an anomaly in most vegetarian and animal rights circles as she grows up. Why? Because she is a pro-life vegetarian like her mama. She looked at me as if I’d lost my mind when I told her that many (most?) vegetarians do not share our view. How, she asked, how could it possibly be that someone who doesn’t want to eat a chicken would think it’s okay to allow a baby to be killed while growing inside its mother? She knows already that many people in the animal rights movement would fight tooth and nail to prevent an unborn piglet or panda or calf or eagle from being killed in its mother’s womb, and she honestly couldn’t fathom how anyone who feels the way she does about animals would feel differently about people. The two seem to go together like hand in cruelty-free glove.
It certainly is a contradiction of grand proportions, one that seems to get glossed over in all the conversations about life and creation and preservation and nature. I see it in the magazines I get, the emails I receive, the newsletters from various vegetarian groups that find their way into my mailbox. We will put bumper stickers on our cars to save trees and salamanders and whales, but a bumper sticker that suggests saving babies brands you as a “hater” in this day and age. And that’s not just intolerance meant to intimidate, that’s willful ignorance of a truth once proclaimed by Dr. Seuss’s Horton: “A person’s a person, no matter how small.” Even a person no bigger than a house centipede.
If you follow me on Facebook, you know that I’ve been showing up on various blogs, on various topics, in various places these days. It’s all good, although I feel pulled in a dozen directions. I thought I’d post links to my posts in case something strikes your fancy. Here we go…
Yesterday I was posting at Catholic Parent Network, a new website that serves up suggestions for parents trying to instill the faith in their children. I love the website’s subtitle: “Making sure the apple stays close to the tree.”
You’ll find my post under “Building Blocks: Helping Children Understand Prayer.” Click HERE to read that story, but be sure to check out the rest of CPN’s offerings, including posts on Catholic apps, countering the culture, raising big families, and specific prayers for the season. CPN also has a Facebook page, so stop by and “like” it when you get a chance.
I’ll be posting on CPN now and then, so check back often for other stories on Catholic parenting and more.
Last week, I also made an appearance at Catholic Moms Talk, a new blog featuring Catholic moms and the catechism. It’s a special effort as part of the Year of Faith, and I’m honored to be included among a great group of Catholic writing moms. I talked about my experience with the catechism, how it influenced my own faith life, and how I use it in my family and faith formation classes. Click HERE to read “A Catechism on Every Shelf.” I’ll be over at CMT on a frequent basis throughout the Year of Faith.
And, if you missed my Huffington Post piece to kick off the Year of Faith, click HERE to read “It’s Not Your Grandmother’s Catechism.” I’ll be back over at HuffPo next month with a piece to help you navigate the chaotic holiday season, so stay tuned for that.
Just a reminder: If you are on Facebook, click HERE and “like” my author page. If you are on Twitter, follow me at MaryDTP.
Finally, I will be disabling my “Networked Blogs” feature on Facebook, so if you read the blog through that portal, please be sure to become a “fan” of my author page so you don’t miss any blog posts. For those of you who have emailed me to tell me you can’t leave comments, that’s a Networked Blogs issue, so this will rectify that. As long as you continue to come back through my regular blog address.
More big news to come about new books, new ventures, new speaking engagements, so check back early and often. Have a great week!
