The Art of Wellness

I'll be gone again for awhile but before I leave, I want to share this beautiful message which came to me by mail today.
The Art of Wellness by Dr. Dráuzio Varella
1. If you don’t want to be ill, share your feelings. Emotions and feelings that are hidden, repressed, end in illnesses as: gastritis, ulcer, lumbar and spinal pains. With time, the repression of feelings degenerates into cancer. Then, we go to a confidante, to share our intimate thoughts, our "secrets", our errors! Dialogue, speech, word, all these can make up for a powerful remedy and an excellent therapy!
2. If you don’t want to be ill, make decisions. The undecided person remains in doubt, anxiety, anguish. Indecision accumulates problems, worries and aggressions. Human history is made up of decisions. To decide is precisely to know to renounce, to lose some advantages and values and to win others. The undecided people become victims of gastric ailments, nervous pains and skin problems.
3. If you don’t want to be ill, find solutions. Negative people do not find solutions; they enlarge the problems. They prefer lamentations, gossip, pessimism. It is better to light a match than to bewail the darkness. A bee is small, but produces one of the sweetest things that exist. We are what we think. Negative thoughts generate negative energy that is transformed into illness.
4. If you don’t want to be ill, don’t live by appearances. The one who hides reality, pretends, poses and always wants to give the impression of being well. He wants to be seen as perfect, easy-going, etc. but is accumulating tons of weight - a bronze statue with feet of clay. There is nothing worse for one’s health than to live on appearances and façades. These are people with a lot of gloss and little root. Their destiny is the pharmacy, painkillers and the hospital.
5. If you don’t want to be ill, accept. The lack of acceptance and the absence of self-esteem make us alienate ourselves. Being at one with ourselves is the core of a healthy life. Those who do not accept this, become envious, jealous, imitators, ultra-competitive, destructive. Be accepting, accept that you are accepted, accept criticisms. It is wisdom, good sense and therapy.
6. If you don’t want to be ill, trust. The one who does not trust, does not communicate, is not open, is not related, does not create deep and stable relations, does not know what true friendship means. Without trust, there is no true relationship. Distrust is a lack of faith in yourself and in faith itself.
7. If you don’t want to be ill, do not live life sadly. Good humor. Laughter. Rest. Happiness. These replenish health and bring long life. Happy persons have the gift to improve the environment wherever they live. “Good humor saves us from the hands of the doctor". Happiness is health and therapy.
The original slideshow of this is in Portuguese and you can find it here.

Everlasting Love

When we had our community Bible sharing last evening, one of my sisters commented on the First Reading for next Sunday (see 2 Maccabees 7:1-2,9-14) underlining her admiration for all the 7 sons who accepted their death willingly rather than transgress the law of God.
I remembered her sharing as I read this feature from Zenit.org today. It concerns the letter of Bartolomé Blanco Márquez, written to his girlfriend from prison the day before he was executed during the religious persecution in 1930s Spain. He was put to death on Oct. 2, 1936 at age 21, while he cried out, “Long live Christ the King!”
Márquez was beatified last Oct. 28, among 498 martyrs, in St. Peter’s Square. I think his beautiful letter could also help us prepare for tomorrow’s liturgy.
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Provincial prison of Jaen, Oct. 1, 1936
My dearest Maruja:
Your memory will remain with me to the grave and, as long as the slightest throb stirs my heart, it will beat for love of you. God has deemed fit to sublimate these worldly affections, ennobling them when we love each other in him.
Though in my final days, God is my light and what I long for, this does not mean that the recollection of the one dearest to me will not accompany me until the hour of my death. I am assisted by many priests who -- what a sweet comfort -- pour out the treasures of grace into my soul, strengthening it. I look death in the eye and, believe my words, it does not daunt me or make me afraid.
My sentence before the court of mankind will be my soundest defense before God's court; in their effort to revile me, they have ennobled me; in trying to sentence me, they have absolved me, and by attempting to lose me, they have saved me. Do you see what I mean? Why, of course! Because in killing me, they grant me true life and in condemning me for always upholding the highest ideals of religion, country and family, they swing open before me the doors of heaven.
My body will be buried in a grave in this cemetery of Jaen; while I am left with only a few hours before that definitive repose, allow me to ask but one thing of you: that in memory of the love we shared, which at this moment is enhanced, that you would take on as your primary objective the salvation of your soul. In that way, we will procure our reuniting in heaven for all eternity, where nothing will separate us.
Goodbye, until that moment, then, dearest Maruja! Do not forget that I am looking at you from heaven, and try to be a model Christian woman, since, in the end, worldly goods and delights are of no avail if we do not manage to save our souls.
My thoughts of gratitude to all your family and, for you, all my love, sublimated in the hours of death. Do not forget me, my Maruja, and let my memory always remind you there is a better life, and that attaining it should constitute our highest aspiration.
Be strong and make a new life; you are young and kind, and you will have God's help, which I will implore upon you from his kingdom. Goodbye, until eternity, then, when we shall continue to love each other for life everlasting.

Departures...

Perhaps it’s because we are in the month dedicated to the departed, or perhaps it was the contemplation of the autumn leaves falling day by day, leaving the trees around me in its desolate and dreadful state that the subtheme of death continued to haunt me during my last retreat. All this made me affirm also my need to grieve as I have indeed experienced significant deaths this year. Two of them, I have already shared in this blogspot. (See my past blogs on Sr. M. Franca, pddm and Fr. Charlie, sj. ) Now, I’d like to share the third.
I was in our convent in Caracas, Venezuela last September when I was informed of the untimely demise of Sr. M. Ausilia Castillo, one of the first 2 Filipina PDDM sisters I met and with whom I shared a particular love for liturgical music. It was in fact in a sacred music seminar that I met Sr. M. Ausilia together with Sr. M. Margaret. I even thought they were foreigners since they spoke English all the time and their looks also confused me – the first appeared vaguely like an Indonesian and the second, a Japanese!
I was quite young then, only in my first years in the University, but I happened to be there in the seminar because I also served as organist of our Parish Church. Anyway, in one of the free moments during that seminar, the gracious nuns invited my companions and me to visit their humble convent in Manila—the Liturgical apostolate centre. I was just struck by the simplicity of the place and I became so curious, and began to ask myself how could they live as contemplatives in the heart of the city. That was the start of a long journey of discernment.
When I joined the PDDM Congregation in 1978, Sr. M. Ausilia and Sr. M. Margaret just made it in time to teach me the “secrets” of the music ministry in convent setting. I remember how terrified I was the first time they asked me to direct the convent choir. True, I was already a trained musician before entering the convent but I felt that leading the community choir was just too much for an aspirant like me. Little did I know that the Superior was already testing me since the two nuns were being prepared to go abroad, Sr. M. Ausilia for missionary contribution in Vatican and later in Spain, and Sr. M. Margaret, for specialized studies in liturgy. When they left and I was named choir directress and organist during my postulancy, I remember praying that the earth may open and swallow me up! It wasn’t that tragic really. After the sisters and I have had the feel of working together and harmonizing our voices, it was sheer heaven!
Going back to Sr. M. Ausilia, I always remember her with fondness because of this common passion that we've shared and also for the fact that she was God’s instrument for bringing to my knowledge the existence of the PDDM Congregation. And if I could add one more motive for my missing her so, albeit a banal one, she was also an excellent cook! As a young religious, I used to look forward to Thursdays when she would prepare pasta and to Christmas when she would serve her fruitcakes! Her life-generating qualities coupled with a keen eye for beauty and harmony will remain inspirations in my life.
I cried a lot when Sr. M. Ausilia unexpectedly left us last September 10, but I’m sure that she is now in a much better place and is now singing and feasting with the Lord in his great Orchestra and Banquet Hall!