i got six of them right. i yelled “I GET THE DANISH!” two things. i don’t like danishes. i wasn’t there.

Genuine Genuflections

My Lord and my God.

Recently, I’ve grown accustomed to genuflecting before the altar and reciting this phrase as I make the sign of the cross.

Not a half-genuflection either. You know the ones you make so that you could hurry up and sit. I’ve learned to make a full genuflection, with my right knee touching the ground, allowing me to assume a position of reverence. When I do this, I don’t feel rushed to sit down. Instead, I can take my time to adore the Real Presence inside the tabernacle. 

So why should we go to greater lengths just to adore Jesus? Certainly a mere genuflection won’t make a difference. But it does. 

The greatest danger to faith is lukewarmness. Sometimes, we take our beliefs for granted and our actions lose meaning. Why do we genuflect anyways?

Any good Catholic who completed their sacrament preparation and catechism classes can provide a textbook response. We genuflect to acknowledge the Real Presence at the altar and to honor the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of our Lord, Jesus Christ embodied by the Blessed Sacrament. After reading a thread on Catholic Answers forum, I’ve discovered another reason.

To make a long story short, the thread’s writer expounds on how an old man he was taking care of, Andre, shook his head after the former gave the textbook response concerning genuflection. “You still haven’t got it,” the old man replied. So, the writer gave up and asked him what the real reason was. Andre then said this:

“They taught me that when I genuflect before the (Blessed Sacrament in the) tabernacle, I am making reparation to Jesus for the cruel mockery — for the genuflections of the Roman soldiers before Him as they crowned Him with thorns, beat Him, and spat upon Him.”

Wow, right? After I read that, genuflection was given a whole new meaning. A simple action like the bend of a knee can have such an impact. Our Catholic faith is a physical one. We’re not called to be spectators in life. We’re called to holiness through active expressions of our beliefs.

Let a regular movement like a genuflection become an extension of your prayer life. Strive to make up for how Jesus was mistreated during his Passion. Maybe then, we can fully appreciate his sacrifice.

"That in the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those that are in heaven, on earth, and under the earth:  And that every tongue should confess that the Lord Jesus Christ is in the glory of God the Father." (Philippians 2:10-11)

The chapel was dimly lit as female believers started walking in, each pausing to kneel on one knee before moving into the pew. One of them, a pregnant woman in her late twenties carefully bent down with her right hand holding onto the bench and her eyes looking straight ahead to the tabernacle.

Genuflection, an act of devotion by touching one knee to the ground is symbolized in the Catholic Church as a mark of respect in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. These days, however, it is uncommon to find most practitioners genuflecting in churches. At most, churchgoers cross themselves upon entry into their place of worship.

In Opus Dei’s New York headquarters at 139 East 34 Street, all the believers who came for a spiritual retreat in the center genuflect.

“Every time I enter the church, I see the Blessed Sacrament as the person I look up to,” said Isabel Munarriz, 29, an attorney based in the city.

“It’s not a piece of bread, it’s a person who is there,” she added.


i want to wake up
- the smallest petal
inside the hummingbird
aria penciled at the genuflection
of your forearm underlined by mine
i want to rise from this bed
as a fog of frankincense
cursive tufts of sunshine
i want to accept
the impeccable tenderness
of our dawn-feathered grins
unfold. unpin. undo.
dictate a conversation of kisses.
the parentheses our bodies form
when written next to each other.

Scherezade Siobhan©

a season, a reason, and some – for no reason at all.

We all know that I have to write. Writing helps me rid myself of all negative feelings and really move on so I can focus on the important things in life [like making money, gaining more knowledge, redecorating my home, and catering to my man]. 

That being said:

*Steps onto soap box*

I am a firm believer that different people are in your life for a season, a reason, and sometimes no reason at all. When I say no reason at all I’m implying that you may have once had shared interests, beliefs, characteristics or other commonalities may have linked you. But as time passed, people matured, and life starts taking place, the reasons you may have once become friends may not even exist anymore.  I also believe that certain situations occur to show you the difference between the aforementioned three types of people [again the people you know for a season, a reason, or no reason at all].

St. Patty’s day wknd was full of so much emotion [the good and the bad kind] and I feel as though I forced to reflect on certain relationships [friendships, associates, and frenemies included]. I got into a very ugly argument with a friends boyfriend [ugly doesn’t even describe this]. This is kind of funny too because this has never happened before.  I would never put my REAL [read: good, best, better, closest] friends into a situation where they would have to choose between their “man” and Me*. I mean seriously, I would choose my man every time. As stated in other posts, “You Bitter, Unhappy, Bitch I have a potential husband”.

While I was experiencing the situation [and even the next day after] I was trying to be cool not let it bother me. But when my spirit is disturbed I’m not going to let it go. I have never been a person to hold a grudge because I usually say everything I have to say right at the moment but for some reason so much was left unsaid. Maybe because everyone else was able to remove themselves from the two catalysts except me. At the end of the night people left the hotel room and drove hours to get away from these two catalysts. But I couldn’t I was struck there with no way out; forced to try to have an understanding outlook in the face of bullshit and idiocy. I also think for the sake of the “friendship”, I knew then that if I said everything I really thought that there would no longer be a friendship.

Several things about the wknd [actually our entire interaction since I met my boyfriend and we started doing double date stuff - including casual talks about relationships with each other] should have tipped me off. Hindsight is always 20/20 man. Shame on me for not recognizing the clues [who’s clues!? Blue’s clues!!!]. Let me elaborate:

Clue #1: Irulan and I were having a normal conversation about how we feel our boyfriends would do anything for us. No matter the cost or initial outlay. In the midst of us acknowledging what good men we have, SHE interrupted and was like “Can ya’ll stop talking about what your boyfriends would do for you because mine doesn’t do that, so I don’t want to hear it…”

2 things should be noted here.

  1.  Ma’am you have mentally and verbally acknowledged the fact that you are with someone who does NOT treat you how you want to be treated. You settled and now you want me to NOT talk about my man loving me like he does because yours doesn’t show you the same appreciation!? Girl PLEASE take a seat. In fact, take my seat, his seat, and her seat. Why are you with someone who doesn’t treat you how you want to be treated??
  2. You’re a hater because you don’t want to hear about other happy relationships. People who are in happy loving relationships don’t compare their relationship to anyone else’s. Different people, different situations, different upbringings, different everything! [Foreshadowing for Clue#4]. When my home girl was talking about her husband I felt so happy and excited. Not mad! Ugh!

Clue #2: Everyone in the group is in or around their mid-20’s [A great age to be!]. This is the age when most millionaires, philanthropists, and master innovators decide which direction in life they want to “try” to take first. So, we are all riding down to savannah discussing our hopes, dreams, and life aspirations. We all know that this year my main goal is to get my business [my resume service] up and running. Since I have decided to get into this [about 5 weeks] I have already made a considerable amount of money [Why? Because I am great at it]. I’m learning that a passion of mine is helping people. With the economy being the way it is what better way to make extra money and do good in the world than help someone else reach their goals. Amidst this light hearted discussion about the progress I’m making with my resume service SHE decides to chime in and let everyone know that I did her resume and she still doesn’t work in the field of her choice. -____-

2 more things to note:

  1.  That was 2 years ago. Yes, I did your resume, but Me* doing your resume WON’T guarantee you a job in your field. What I can guarantee is that I tried my hardest and used all resources and skills available to me to make your resume [which was lacking] look better and more professional. Being a hard worker, intelligent, and putting in the work when you should have by earning internships and giving yourself a competitive advantage is what gets you a job. You have a degree with no real world experience – THAT is why you do not work in your field of choice. NOT because I revised your resume, for FREE at that.
  2.  What kind of friend are you that you are not supportive of me? Never would I ever discourage others from investing in a friends business. I truly think this was jealousy. Ideas are free, have one and work towards something in your life.

Clue #3: After trying to remove the tension after an awkward dinner, a crying session at the table AND outside, I went to talk to her boyfriend. I didn’t even come at him angry or out loud. I wasn’t trying to “be in their business” [as I was later told by her]. Shame on me for trying to be a good friend.  I just wanted everyone to have a good time. An argument ensued. SHE later tells me that I was trying to take up for her and speak on her behalf; BUT I wasn’t, I was trying to tell dude that we are on vacation and lets have a good time and then also, YES, quit being a douche to your girlfriend because she is bringing down the moral because of her attitude she is having because of YOU! Before I ever got those words out my mouth her boyfriend cuts me off and proceeds to act a fool […awful]. The other details aren’t necessary [besides if I told you, you wouldn’t believe it]. Just know later that night her boyfriend said “sorry” to me.

Ahh more hindsight:

  1. Saying sorry doesn’t mean shit or do shit. It doesn’t take back the disrespect, the embarrassment, the sad feeling that a friendship has been ruined because of someone who takes and takes from his“ girlfriend”. “Saying Sorry” doesn’t mean shit to me but make you a Sorry Ass Nigga. And honestly, he was that long before this argument ever occurred.
  2. Ornery is one of the worst characteristics to have. Right up there with being a liar, a cheater, arrogant, and disloyal. If you’re ornery you will never succeed in life because you can’t take constructive criticism without blowing up and yelling you won’t get far in life. You can’t listen if you’re talking. The whole altercation could have been avoided if her bf wasn’t so ornery.

CLUE #4: After the fact, I was told, “Every relationship is different. No one’s relationship is perfect, not even yours [Dakota]”. Verbatim.

Last two things I swear:

  1.  Pardon me, but have I ever proclaimed my relationship to be the mightiest of relationships? Not Never Have I Ever. Don’t put words in my mouth. The fact that you feel the need to find the flaws in my relationship [especially when yours are so plentiful] says a lot about your “relationship”.
  2. Never would I ever compare my relationship to yours. We are not even on the same level when it comes to that. Yes, every relationship is different and has different stressors, but I PROMISE you lack of respect between ME & HE is not one of them.

Looking back, there was no need for her to choose her between her “man” and Me*… She has been doing that all along. When she settled for being mistreated, her decision was clear.  I’m pretty sure my decision is also obvious. Some people are in your life for a season, a reason, and some – for no reason at all. Certain situations occur to bring true feelings and characteristics to light. I am not displacing blame, I’m not trying to make anyone look bad. I’m simply stating my thoughts on the situation.

And with that, I’ll never address that wknd, situation, or parties involved again.

*genuflections & walks out*

Fresh Fruit | Tohru | OPEN (For those tagged and anyone else)

It was a fine weekend afternoon. The crowd milled about the street, going from stand to stand, admiring the wide variety of produce on display that day. As Tohru walked down the street, casually gazing at this fruit or that vegetable, the crowd generally passed him by.

It was okay, quite pleasant in fact.

Tohru stopped at one stall in particular, selling peaches. He made a bit of small talk with the stand’s owner, before reaching out to a basket in particular. Right about then, his hand bumps into yours.


"…Oh, sorry. My bad."

He quickly moves for another basket. What will you do?

> Apologize as well

> Get angry

> Ignore the peaches and chat up the cutie

> Genuflect

My own writing life is as predictable as the old priest preparing to say the dawn mass. The pleasant cold, the mild pain of being alive. I have the same breakfast every day—cold cereal, yogurt, coffee. I read the newspapers. I take a fistful of vitamins. I shower. I linger at my bookshelf or at the window. I read a chapter or a poem from a shelf I keep above my desk of former lovers and seducers, impossible rivals—Nabokov or Lawrence, Larkin. Woolf. Sitting down at the computer is as daunting as the altar boy’s first genuflection.

Aquinas described writing as a form of prayer. Writing is for me dishearteningly hermetic. Revision is writing. Revision is humiliation—Tuesday saying something less well than Monday. Revision is open to noticing connections. Revision is joy at precisely that moment when the sentence no longer seems mine but speaks back to me and haughtily resists further revision.

I read in the afternoons. I take long walks. I watch TV in the evening. I write letters at all times.

brynjolfing replied to your post:I just can’t get the image of The Warden and Arl…

i literally can’t stop laughing i’m still laughing my parents thing i’m going insane

I just?? Imagine the Warden announcing him like

Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa / That physique! How can I speak / Weak at the knee / Well, get on out in that square / Adjust your vein and prepare / To gawk and gravel and stare at Prince Ali!

And Eamon is totally the one who scolds people for not bowing ("Genuflect, show some respect / Down on one knee!”)

I can’t stop laughing please send help