S.O.S.

Me: "Sometimes I just wish God had a sign to tell me what to do, it would be so much more easier! Come on God, just bop me on the side of the head, a little bop, I promise I won't complain!"

Lindsay: "Yeah, I know, exactly! But there's also many little signs that He sends us which is good."

Me: "Yeah, and also everyday we--"-INTERRUPTION-Random-Girl-passing-by-on-phone

Random Girl: "UHG I REALLY JUST WANT AN S.O.S. SIGN RIGHT NOW. WHERE ARE YOU AGAIN? TO THE RIGHT OF THE STAIRS?!?!?!... [insert more exasperated complaints here]"

Lindsay&Carmen: Bahahahaha.

Carmen: That's God making fun of me and showing me what I look like.

Dear Diary:

Today God made fun of me.  Gotta hand it to Him, He's pretty funny.  The Dude's got jokes.  I can just tell that the rest of my life is gonna continue to be such a party.

Love,
Me


~Esa Cita

A Stressed Syllable

Glass, wine, Abuelita

It's been a while since I've blogged away, and to tell you the truth I'm quite full for words.

I have come to the point where there is too much to express, but no words to say.

Funny how sometimes in life all you need to do is cough up some syllables and suddenly you have life conclusions, yet other days you become so filled with thoughts, expressions, and processes that all you can say is "hi."

I feel like Gloria from that 80's movie, Arthur. With my current wonderful economy with words, I'm sure those with whom I carry conversations with look forward to my next syllable with great eagerness.  (Or not...)

Oh, Vanity of Vanities.

~Esa Cita

Paciencia

This past Sunday, a wonderful seminarian told me one of the key words that they repeat at this particular seminary: paciencia.

Patience: that virtue your mom always reminds you exists whenever you want to get what you want "right now!"  Patience, that virtue that I imagine so many spiritual directors exercise. Patience.

God, may I persevere in patience. Patience, and perhaps even in simple Serenity to accept the things I cannot currently change.

When governments fail people, when systems and controls block what seems to be so good, when your building has been lacking windows for months, when this little American girl wants her instant gratification, all I can ever do is pray, pray, pray.

Prayer: the conversation of the faithful.  How helpless one can feel when that is the only option left, and how much stronger in faith can we become from this!  But it is the only option; it is what we are called to do.  It is not the last resort; it must be the first!

Paciencia, paciencia, paciencia. Fe, fe, fe.


~Esa Cita

Cubans

Silly Men.

As I was sitting in the pew preparing myself for Ash Wednesday Mass, my Cuban friend Raul made a comment about something which compelled me to hit him, so I did.

[in Spanish] "Ow! Why do Cuban women always have to hit us? My mom, my grandmother, my aunt, they always hit me!"

I ignored him and went on praying.

On my other side, my Cuban friend Alex made some comment, and Raul went to say, "ah, isn't that right Carmen? That men are up here and women are down here?" He made motions with his hands indicating higher and lower levels.

I looked at them smiling at me, and hit them both.

I have no idea why Cuban ladies tend to hit Cuban men, I have no idea.

~Esa Cita