28th Aug 2024
Joining in with Wordless Wednesdays
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
227th August 2024
Any Change
All around me
like a busy beehive, people hurrying this way and that,
chatter of voices,
announcements over the tannoy,
screeching of suitcase wheels dragged across the ground
the low hum of the escalator as if straining under the weight,
In the distance, probably out on the street,
could that be a busker singing folk songs?
The varied sounds of London Victoria Railway Station.
Though my head is bent over my journal,
my pen frenziedly recording family anecdotes
In time with the buzzing that surrounds me,
I become aware,
of Him.
Slowly, he approaches,
Comes near, a bit to near,
He asks,
"Any change to spare ma'am?"
I half look up, my pen still in motion,
I shake my head,
Look down,
Forget what I'm writing ,
but write anyway.
He moves away,
An empty space, his shape space, his form, lingers there,
in front of me.
I actually have no change,
Today.
Yet, what, I think, might I have done,
If I had.
As I ponder , I see, the Nat West Cash Machine,
Twenty yards away , maybe.
"Free Withdrawals " it says.
Could I, Should I,
have found some change?
Did he really need it, I wonder.
I pray he will have what he needs.
25th March 2024
The House was Full of the Scent of the Ointment
"...Mary brought in a pound of very costly ointment, pure nard, and with it anointed the feet of Jesus, wiping them with her hair; the house was full of the scent of the ointment..."
These words from the Gospel today made me think. Mary's gesture was most extravagant in that the ointment was so precious. She used so much of it that the whole house was drenched in the sweet perfume. Judas would question the reasonableness of spending all that money.
I am struck by her generosity and her love. Of course her generosity is born out of her great love. I am reminded of Mother Teresa saying "Give until it hurts and then, give some more." Like Judas, I question the Wisdom of giving too much. I calculate what I should give, how I should give, when I should give. Where is the Love in that? And as I quibble about being asked for more, I find that I'm in a quagmire of grime and stench that stops me moving forward, that keeps be bound to myself.
Lord help me, during these days of Holy Week, to be like Mary, to Love you more, to give without counting the cost. Help me Lord to fill my house with the sweet aroma from the ointment of self giving, so that I can rise with You at Easter into the Light of Your Love.
20th March
A Long Life
Your life is not long on this earth ,
open your wings, flutter in royal magnificence,
reaching far and wide.
Your life is not long on this earth,
with patience gather those who are poor,
in kindness bring abundance .
Your life is not long on this earth,
with joy, bring rest to the weary,
to the anxious , bring peace .
For your life will be long on this earth,
according to the love you have for the others,
according to how little
you think of yourself.
So here's to a long life lived,
with days spent
in fullness and joy.
reach for the stars.
We celebrate the Feast of John Bosco today. I've always had a great love for this Saint.
With a particular concern and care for the young, first with evening classes where hundreds came to listen to his teachings about God and Heaven.
he eventually set up a boarding house for apprentices and workshops for education and training, which is wonderful , thinking about them working and doing well and not just thinking about their spiritual lives. After all it's all one , our struggle with sanctity and our whole life is part of that.
Some of his sayings:
"My children, jump, run, and play and make all the noise you want but avoid sin like the plague and you will surely gain Heaven"
"learn to flee from bad companions and bad books"
"Without confidence and love , there can be no true education. If you want to be loved ... you must love yourselves, and make your children feel that you love them."
"Act today in such a way that you need not blush tomorrow"
"Servite Domino in laetitia!" (serve the Lord joyfully)
2nd October 2023
All Over the Floor
All over the floor,
From one side of the room
to the other,
strewn haphazardly,
lay little mounds of clothes.
She sits in the midst,
her hand reaches for
a purple jumper,
a tear falls
and she breathes out
a slow sigh.
As she always did,
with black bags that
were left on her doorstep,
she'd tipped them out
all over the floor.
It was something she always
felt excited about.
What would she find
among the clothes, the brick o back, the books.?
Always something she needed,
for the children or the house.
But always, too, an unexpected
treasure.
Like the time,
it was near Christmas
when there was a pair of
burgandy coloured patent shoes,
the sort you'd go out dancing in,
the sort she loved but
couldn't buy for herself,
the sort she could now wear to the
Christmas party with their friends.
17th May 2023
How's The Book Going ?
That's a question I'm often asked .
So:
Let me tell you how things are going with the book. xxx
The short answer is , amazingly well, thank you. In fact way beyond my expectations!!
Without any real marketing or advertising, lots of orders are coming in for my memoir. This is both surprising and truly unexpected.
However, as I find it virtually impossible to promote myself, it's also been helpful.
My old friend, Imposter Syndrome, finds many reasons why people wouldn't be interested in my story. You know how it goes: "Who do you think you are, you're not a real writer." "You're a rubbish writer, so immature," he continues, "You've absolutely nothing interesting to say," and, "Who on earth would want to know about your life?" And so it goes on.
Well, Mr Imposter Syndrome, judging by the feedback, apparently lots of people want to know about my life. And, what's more, My Imposter Syndrome , I actually went and did it. I did. I went and wrote the book! So there!!
Anyway, I'm no longer friends with him. I'm letting him drift quietly, out of my life. Or, maybe he'll cause a scene. That doesn't matter. All I know is, he has to go. He's taken up far too much time and energy and is no real friend at all. If he comes knocking at my door I'm going to firmly tell him to get lost.
So, dear friends, those who read my blog regularly and those who have stopped by on the off chance, let me share with you a sample of some of the beautiful comments I've received about my memoir, "Nun to Nine".
The blurb on the back says:
The title brings the question over and over, " Were you a nun , then?" , to which the answer is variations of , "Well now, you'd have to read the book to find that out, wouldn't you?" And this is encouragement enough for some.
Some comments from those who've read it:
"There is Plenty to recommend about this book.... It is deftly written, with an eventful and entertaining life story and has pace and vitality... I think Marian's storytelling is, by far, the strength of her writing. She writes effortlessly, with believable dialogue and with an eye for good storytelling. The reader is drawn into the story immediately with the account of the death of her parents... The story is both lively and interesting throughout, and maintains the readers interest from start to finish." ( C) (Part of a much longer piece!)
"Finished! A really good read and I didn't want to put it down. I completely "got " the characters, you're so clever! You took such a risk, opening your heart as you did. Your courage has be in absolute awe. I hope you have already started the next book... Thank you for such a beautiful and heartfelt memoir. It will remain with me for a long, long time!" (M)
A friend says:
"It is very much your voice: direct, personal, honest. And the thread that runs throughout is your and Peter's love for each other. God knew that your vocation was to marriage - with all the sacrifices that entails - not to a nunnery. It wasn't blind chance that brought you together; it was the providence of God... " (F)
"...what an opening chapter. Emotional and beautifully told 💓😠in pieces." (K)
"...the first chapter has me in floods of tears! Do I dare continue? 😟" (J) Rhetorical question, obviously.
"Thoroughly enjoyed reading the fabulous Marian Green's recently published memoir. It was as though she was with me, on my train journey, telling me her story." (C)
"Had to contact you to say I started reading your book and love it." (M)
"Dear Marian, just started reading your book last night and was in floods of tears at the picture you painted of your parents' deaths.
You are very good at making the scenes come alive by describing the little details. For example, the purple blanket that you and Peter first bought in London which you couldn't bear to get rid of.
You seemed such a warm and plucky person full of determination and full of fear simultaneously. I can relate to that!. The early times in Northampton when you felt the darkness inside you before you found Faith. And Peter's steadfast love for you even when you annoyed him!
I am hooked by the story and find it very heartfelt ... I haven't finished the book yet as I want to savour it for a bit longer. " ( E)
"Finished reading your memoir. I didn't want it to end . I was hooked from the beginning and wanted more.. Marian that was a well written memoir ... (Name) keeps asking me about your book and if I've read it...I loved reading it and hope you write a further book ..." (K)
"Hi, I just finished your book. Loved it...I thought it was a triumph. I found myself engrossed in the beauty of seemingly ordinary life. It's charming, conversational pattern warms the reader. What I loved most about it was, well, while it is of personal interest to me, its social commentary highlights the wider human experience. Its ontological truth it highlights on human nature is fascinating , like holding up a mirror to what intrinsically makes us human. PS. I might use it with my philosophy class next year..." (M)
" Wow, what a lovely memoir. I definitely wanted to know more about your life. So interesting." (F)
"I so loved reading your memoir Marian. I took it on holiday and it was like having a friend with you telling all the stories of their life. x I can't wait for next one " (K)
Someone came up to me and said she'd been reading my memoir - her friend gave it to her and told her it was brilliant.
Another person told me , "your memoir is doing the rounds of all my friends. I'm sure they'll love it. " (W)
And a friend caught me after church one morning and said, "Marian, I am loving your book. I've known you for how many years now, is it twenty something? Well now I know you better. You were very brave being so open. It's wonderful and I'm passing it on to ..." ( C)
And from Marnie Summerfield Smith , my mentor:
"This is an absolutely wonderful memoir. I am very proud to have assisted Marian, who came to one of my writing retreats and invited me to read and feedback on her work. A wonderful woman and a very insightful memoir, full of retrospection, thoughtful writing and emotion. Bravo, Marian!" ( www.yourmemoir.co.uk )
Well, thanks Marnie.
I am absolutely blown away by such wonderful reactions.
So, if you're wondering how to get your own copy, email me at:
marian-green@hotmail.com
Gospel : John 10:1-10 30th April 2023
1st May 2023
St Joseph the Worker.
For a long time now this Feastday has been one of my favourites.
The Gospel for today gives that that wonderful description, meant to be derogatory but, when we think about it , so meaningful, of Jesus after the people heard Him teaching in the Synagogue in Nazareth: "Where did the man get this wisdom and these miraculous powers? This is the carpenter's son, surely? Is not His mother the woman called Mary,...."
Jesus - Son of the carpenter, a worker.
The worker:
Haven't we, like Joseph, from the very beginning been created to work?
Gen 2.15 "The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it."
From this verse, we can conclude, can we not, that man's God given purpose, is to work?
The purpose of creation is to give Glory to God and the way we humans do that is by our work. To do our work well, whatever it is, is an opportunity for us to give Glory to God and be part of His creative process. What is the best work we can do for God then, what will please Him more? The doctor saving peoples lives? The farmer growing crops so that we might live? The teacher imparting knowledge to our children?
I'd say the one who does their work with more love of God.
And that could be the simple road sweeper, or any other worker, who works well and does it with great love of God.
All work, any work, is an opportunity to love God more.
And as that's what we are made for, we can do it all of our life.
Of course, after the fall work became difficult, but that does not negate the beauty of it. Work is not a punishment that was inflicted on humanity because of our pride and disobedience.
Gen 3:17
"Then to Adam He said, Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten the tree about which I commanded you, saying, "You shall not eat from it"; cursed is the ground because of you: With hard labour you shall eat from it all the days of your life."
So, Adam's curse is one of hardship in doing the necessary work of life, work that would otherwise have brought joy and meaning to his existence.
"Get rid of the idea that work is a punishment. Work is our way to give Glory to God. Rather than being a punishment it is how God intended for men and women to mature , growing into His image and likeness" (Bishop Echevarria)
It was after my third daughter was born, that I understood for this for the first time. To realise that my "work" in the home, as a wife and mother was my way to sanctity, changed my life forever.
Changing the babies nappy, washing the kitchen floor, doing the dishes, everything was now working for God.
May is the Month of Mary and thinking about the Holy Family today is a good start to the the month.