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St. Samthann of Clonbroney

So, yesterday, I was surfing The Web(cue the music), and I came across a page that talked about a certain saint, St. Samthann of Clonbroney. She was an Irish saint, and isn't very well known, even though her influence on Celtic Christianty was profound. She is the patron saint of spiritualness, and died on December 19, 739 A.D., which is also her feast day. Irish saints have always fascinated me, I guess it's because they're from Ireland, which is one of my favorite countries. Legend also has it that she once prayed a soul out of hell, which is a feat that very few have accomplished.

Her foster father was King Cridan, who had arranged a marriage for her. She didn't want to get married, let alone to someone she had never met before, so what did she do? She prayed. And God was his all-awsome self and made it look like there was a fire, which made everyone leave, and in the confusion she made her escape. King Cridan searched and searched and finally found her. She reproached him for  binding her to this marriage against her will. The king finally relented and asked who she wanted to marry. Samthann said she would only marry God, and both the king and her original betrothed agreed. She then entered a convent led by St. Cognat.

In her life she did many wonders, prophecies, healings, and miracles. But she was mostly known for her divine wisdom.
Once, a teacher named Dairchellach told her that he was going to give up studying and was going to devote his life to prayer. Samthann's reply was "What then can steady your mind and prevent it from wandering, if you neglect spiritual study?" When Dairchellach was determined to go abroad on a pilgrimage, she then gave him a bit of her wisdom "If God cannot be found on this side of the sea, by all  means let us journey overseas. But since God is near to all those who call upon him, we have no need to cross the sea. The kingdom of Heaven can be reached from every land."

In another instance, there was a peddler from Munster who carried messages between Samthann and the beginnings of the Ceile De community. She asked the peddler to carry a message to a young monk named Maelruin and deliver it, word for word. In her message, Samthann spoke of her admiration for Maelruin and added: "ask him whether he accepts women for confession, and will he accept my soul friendship?" Maelruin rejoiced in learning of Samthann's deep regard, but  when he heard the remainder of her message he blushed deeply and was silent. After a long time of  quiet, he sent back a reply that he would receive spiritual advice from her. Samthann's humorous response was prophetic:  "I think, something will come of that youth."

Hello again! So I have something completely random to write about. Last month was when I was watching a movie, Angela Lansbury randomly said "out flew the web and floated wide, The mirror crack'd from side to side, 'the curse has come upon me,' cried the lady of shallot." My memory got awakened, and since I am a Anne of Green Gables fan, I luckily remembered the name of the poem(The Lady Of Shallot), so I entered it in the Google search bar, and voila! There it was. ever since that day I have  been an avid reader and writer of poems. It's really good, so I'd suggest reading it. poetry is a really good way of expressing yourself, and its fun to write, which is good, because I don't know many people who have started to write a book and actually finished it! Here is The Lady Of Shallot;

The Lady of Shallot
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Part I

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shallot.


Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shallot.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shallot?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shallot."

Part II

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shallot.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shallot.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shallot.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed:
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shallot.

Part III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shallot.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shallot.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shallot.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shallot.

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shallot.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shallot.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shallot.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shallot.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shallot.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shallot."

The Lady of Shallot
Alfred Lord Tennyson

 

Counting Blessings By The Ton

Hello again!! This post, as you could probably already tell by the name, is about blessings. Just recently I have begun to count my blessings. Oh, and when I say that, I mean, like, really count them. I always have, but I've just realized how blessed I really am, how really blessed we all are. Like, take for instance, when I first realized this little tidbit. I was baking biscuits. Oh joy. But seriously, baking is fun. Especially when you're trying to find out what temperature Maryland Biscuits should be baked at, and all the Fannie Farmer cook book recipes were originally made for wood stoves. I think that's all they had in 1896. I also think that they have the recipe somewhere in that vast deathtrap I like to call The Web, but I'm too lazy to look up the temperature to cook them at. Now, back to blessings. I was looking for a ruler to measure out the dough(before the whole temperature incident), and after I had looked for ten minuti non-stop, I finally found one. It was pink. So I measured it, and guess what?? It was exactly 1\4 of an inch all the way around. Congratulations!! You've just won the prize!!! I know what you're thinking, big whoop, she got the dough 1\4 all the way around, whatever; but then it got me thinking, what if it was too thick?? Then I would have to spend another three minuti getting it to be the right thickness. But what if it was to thin?? I would have to do the same thing, except fold it over before. Now, that wouldn't really have been a huge inconvience, but not everything needs to be big, now does it?? What if all the little things in life went wrong?? Maybe the coffee has stinkbugs in it(happened to my grandma... sad day in the Granny household), or we're out of tea(that is huge, to me, at least), or maybe a lightbulb going out, or the cd player ran out of batteries. When stuff like this happens, we think, why? But if you really stop and think about all the little things in life that don't go wrong, what do you end up with?? You probably aren't blind, you can probably walk and talk, you can think, you can read, you can probably hear, you can taste stuff, you can feel the wind on your face, you can do all this stuff that some people might not be able to do. You probably live in a free country, where you can go to the library and pick out books, go to the store, the movie theater, all this stuff that some people never experience. You probably have both arms and legs, all of your fingers and toes. And tiny stuff, too, like that door being open when you were carrying that huge box, or if you can drive, finding your keys, having the phone charged so you can answer that important call, the light bulb not going out on you, the coffee bug-free, having some tea left, the cd player not running out of batteries, or that broken window that you so desperately need to fix falling on your head and not knocking you out and breaking something(personal experience).  All those little things that don't happen. I was trying to explain this to someone the other day, but i don't think i put it into the right words. I think that this might be one of the rare things in life that you can't put into words, it's just not possible. You have to figure it out for yourself, and I hope that you do.

Music, Music, Music....

I was listening to the radio the other day, and i was shocked at how, well, awful some of the stations were. Now, the music sounded cool, but if you really listen to the words, it can really shock you. I live near a big city (don't we all) and so we luckily have many different stations to listen to, with many different types of music, so i can easily find some other station to turn to (yes, i said turn) if they start talking eskimo or a not-advisable song comes on. Also, there are a few christian music stations that we get, and one (or two) classical stations, so i'm pretty well off, but it just really shocked me that this certain one, an extremely famous one, was really, really, really not-advisable. I know that people can broadcast whatever they want to, and i would not want to change that part of the constitution, (the 1st is actually one of my top 5 favorite amendments) but when you are switching stations, which i do quite often, it is very easy to hear a few bits and pieces of conversation and song, and it can be annoying. Sometimes i try to turn the volume down, or if i'm wearing headphones(still not out of fashion), take them off or adjust them so my boringly streaked mop of hair can cover the sound. Right now i am listening to a borrowed Walkman because my music\radio\audiobook\voice recording player, Merv Jr.(i named him after the previous Merv), has gone missing for the 200th time. So, anyway, on my M.R.A.V. player i had a preset button, where i could set different presets to my fave stations, so i rarely had that problem, so when when Merv went missing, i thanked the LORD that i normally had Merv, and wished for his speedy return. So, basically, i try to stick to the 'okay' stations in the morning, when they have the 'going to work and school' shows, and then sometimes go to them in the middle of the day, when there isn't really much talking, and then in the evening go back to the stations where they don't really talk much.

Welcome

Welcome to Catholic Girlz. We hope that you will really enjoy this blog, and find it inspiring. I was surfing the internet the other day and realized that there really wasn't anything like this, so my cousins and i decided to make one. I hope it will help you on your way to Heaven. I am hoping that most everyone will find this enjoyable.