Author: clarambfleischmann

  • Penance, Penance, Penance

    Today is the feastday of Our Lady of Lourdes, and next week, Lent starts with Ash Wednesday. In Lourdes, France, in 1858, Our Lady appeared to a little shepherdess, Bernadette Soubirou, in a cave, to give her and through her the world a much-needed message.

    I talked to my kids last night about Heaven and what it will be like. I heard many different ideas, one of which was a behemoth Nutella bowl! There was a general feeling of wonder, and I saw varied ordinary human reactions to a mystery. We all agreed that somehow God will make us perfectly happy, and we will experience pure joy. Then I told the story of St. Francis and Brother Leo when St. Francis answers the question of what perfect joy (true happiness) is. Saint Francis and Brother Leo are walking in the cold, and they are tired, cold, and hungry after traveling a very long way when Saint Francis asks Brother Leo to write down for the friars what is perfect joy. He tells Brother Leo that if the friars were great missionaries, converting millions, performing great miracles making lame walk, blind see and raised the dead, knew all about the natural world, could explain all of scripture, fortell the future and see the innermost of souls it would not be perfect joy. Poor Brother Leo, cold, hungry, and tired, then asks what pure joy is, and Saint Francis tells him that, when they finally arrived at the monastery, the monks would turn them out as robbers, if they beat them and accused them of everything evil, and Brother Leo and Saint Francis took this in humility and peace, it would be pure joy!

    During my husband’s week of teacher orientation at the college he worked, the teachers were educated in the life philosophy of “enlightened self-interest”, which proposed that true happiness is attained by a sort of calculated give and take where the core of motivations is to get satisfaction. In this secular world, it is near to impossible to even conceive of the idea of self-giving that has God as its goal. That is because, on our own, left to our own, we cannot, in fact, conceive of such an idea. The real Love, and true happiness, pure joy, is a mystery. We need that mystery revealed to us to know it, to even think of it, envision it, imagine it. We couldn’t do it on our own. The subtler animal of the Garden of Eden attempted to reveal a Mystery to Eve, but he gave an aping ugly thing, a worm in the apple, to her instead. Only God knows and can give us happiness because He IS that mystery! The plan of action that would give Eve happiness the serpent fabricated and poor simple Eve fell for was only death and despair.

    St. Bernadette is incorrupt, which means that she has not decomposed since her death on April 16, 1879

    When Our Lady came to little simple Bernadette Soubirou, She told her, “penance, penance, penance!” Now, when most of us hear those words, we think, “Ugh, fasting, suffering…” and we are suspicious of our Mother. But what She did to cry out that word was to give us the only weapon against death and despair. She was really crying “happiness, happiness, happiness!”

    I said to my kids, “you already know what Heaven is, what true happiness is, any time you do a true act of charity, when you, let’s say, pick up little brother’s toys just to make him happy without any thought of “what’s in it for me”, and fully aware that he will play with the toys and make a mess in a blink of an eye.  This is penance, this is true happiness, and this is what is a dangerous weapon in the hands of a child because it brings God right into the playroom.

    We are in a spiritual battle. The serpent doesn’t want us to bring God to us. He wants our death and despair and utter defeat. But Our Lady knows how to protect her children. She comes with the mystery of Love and gives Him to us.

    The childlike Saint Therese of Liseux said she would spend her Heaven doing good things on earth. I told my kids, “You know, it makes sense she would do good things on earth in Heaven because she had Heaven on earth!”

    That’s what Our Lady’s cry, through the mouth of little Bernadette, means. If we rally to her, if we do self-less acts of love, of Charity, God will be amidst us, and we will be in Heaven already on earth.

  • Holy Eucharist, Medicine of Immortality, have mercy on us.

    Whence then cometh wisdom? and where is the place of understanding?

    21 It is hid from the eyes of all living. and the fowls of the air know it not.  22 Destruction and death have said: With our ears we have heard the fame thereof.  23 God understandeth the way of it, and he knoweth the place thereof.  24 For he beholdeth the ends of the world: and looketh on all things that are under heaven. (…)

    And he said to man: Behold the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom: and to depart from evil, is understanding. (Job 28)

    I searched in my online Bible for end of time and found this quote, and it captures perfectly what I had in mind to say. In the Act of Faith for the preparation for communion in my missal, it says that I adore the power that wrought them (the Blessed Sacrament of the Altar, the Body, Blood, soul, and divinity of Jesus), the same power that said: ‘Let there be light,’ and light was made. “Verily, Thou art a hidden God, the God of Israel, the Savior.”

    The mystery of the Eucharist is a mystery because no human could have come up with the idea of it, and now, when God has revealed it, it is impossible for us to plumb the depth of it. In the words of my 12 year old Minecraft buff son, it is like how Minecraft always has new updates. Just like an ever growing and living thing cannot be fully captured or understood on a natural level, so a mystery of divine revelation cannot ever be fully captured or understood on a spiritual level. 

    Mary, Seat of Wisdom, pray for us

    Another mystery of the Church is Mary, the mother of Jesus. Nobody could have come up with the idea of who she is, and now when God has given a sign we cannot ever say enough about her, never fully capture her, what she is, who she is, why she is. Jesus said from the cross, Behold your Mother. Far from unnecessary or distracting or misleading,  She is a mystery revealed by God, intrinsically, indelibly bound to the mystery of the Eucharist. It is certainly peculiar that anyone could ever disobey God’s command and refuse to ponder her mystery when God has given her to us for just that very purpose. If she had not been revealed as a mystery, we could not have conceived of the idea of her, and now when we have been told of her, we must abandon evil and follow Wisdom.

    At least, I intend to! I am unable to do anything else. She is my mother, and God’s mother. When I sit on her lap and wonder and ponder her, I am drawn right into the Mystery of God Himself.

    When I was a teenager I was afraid of God, of the mystery that cannot ever be fully understood. I was afraid that the mystery would somehow close me off from God. I didn’t trust Him and didn’t give enough weight to that He has revealed His mystery. He came to earth to say, This is my Body, This is my blood. I ought to have doubted Him IF he was a God who did not reveal Himself to me. But that’s not the God Who Is. He sits in the lap of Mary, and He offers me a spot on her knee! He is the Medicine that will give me eternal life. If I abandoned evil, I will have understanding.

  • Aoath

    In a lost world, in an ancient crater, hunted by prehistoric marsupial lions and giant Komodo dragons, Fulton struggles to survive and escape the relentless McUnlun and his gang, meeting the mysterious Me and a small adorable wombat. Buy the book here. Available at the lulu.com bookstore.

  • An Old Story

    I remember an old story… It was the story of the good Samaritan. I liked the voice of the storyteller and the mind behind the words, but it wasn’t until today that I realized He was speaking about Himself as the traveler. What have the robbers done to Him, in the name of mercy?

  • Entirely and Not at all

    How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

    Life’s a gift of love from my Creator. It’s a gift that He will never take away. It is eternal, and as such, everything that happens to it, good and bad, confirms this fact. Nothing can change His love, so nothing can change my response, while everything is a proof and a prompt for that response to return His love.

  • Little Red Riding Horse

    Little Red Riding Horse

    As if in a trance, Edith stared at the macabre spectacle with open mouth. Who was she? The smile of the bog Mona Lisa gave no clue. It was a tragic smile, its mystery too old to allure. A woman resting in an unusual grave as though waiting for someone to care…

     

    Edith wanted a horse. She ached for a horse. She would work hard to earn a horse. But when she finally received a horse, it had dark memories.

    Writing this novel took me close to five years! I had no idea how many thrilling adventures Edith would have with her horse! It was loads of fun to write. I am thrilled to share Little Red Riding Horse with you. Buy it—you’ll love it! It’s a good read! If you like murder mysteries of the puzzle kind with interesting locations and the paraphernalia of the best whodunnits, this is the book for you. I did plenty of research. Central to the story is the peculiarities of bogs and large fires and the effects they have on human bodies…

    This book is set in the imaginary village Rhyme, the only remaining town of the pair, Rhyme and Reason. It features an interesting bunch of characters, one of which is Edith’s aunt, Knitty, or Katherine Garn. She is a bit of an amateur sleuth and comic relief. I love people, and I very much enjoy making character sketches. As a mother, character development is close to my heart. So, I paid attention to authentic character development for each of my persons. It made it truly difficult to say goodbye to them, because they had all become good friends.

    I believe a murder mystery should have a classic romance: a girl falls in love with a boy. There should be a healthy dose of misunderstandings and—on the boy’s part—a deeply felt declaration of love. My daughter, whose story this is, doesn’t want opera. To loosely quote Bug’s Bunny: “What do you expect from an opera? A happy ending?” My daughter wants a happy ending. But I tweaked it just a little, since the main character is a 16-year-old girl, and I gave it a happy forecast instead… You’ll have to read it to find out more!

     I love maps, and I enjoy trekking very much, and many important events of the story take place outdoors. Like I already mentioned above, the bog is central to the murder mystery, and so is the terrain in general, the forests, fields, and farms. I think a good story should happen somewhere specific that has a touch of romance to it, which allows you to “travel” somewhere. In the second edition, there will be a map attached.

    Looking back at the writing of this novel, what took time wasn’t so much the writing as the research. I have a high standard for adventures: they should be possible. I wanted certain events to happen, but how they would come about wasn’t always as straightforward as I had at first assumed. A case in point: when I acted out the parts of an escape from a barn, I discovered that what I had imagined Edith would be able to do would have required supernatural strength! Back to the drawing board! I also wasn’t nearly as well-versed in horses as I needed to be to have the equestrian terms ready as part of my vocabulary.

    By far, the largest part of sunk time came from rewrites. This being only my second novel, I was green enough to make the mistake of not adhering to my plot as planned and improvising far too much. It exploded in consequence of rewrite after rewrite. Kudos to me for not giving up. As a Swede would say, “shame to the one who gives up!” In the end, the result was a complicated murder mystery plot with multiple layers that became really interesting. It has elements of mistaken identities, puzzling clues and red herrings, and, of course, coincidences! This book is an excellent proof that effort pays off. It has a tantalizing menu for the murder mystery fan.

    A note to authors out there: If you are struggling with a story that doesn’t want to congeal, don’t give up! And if you start another story, do your planning first if you want to save yourself trouble!

    The book is wrapped in a gorgeous cover made by my son, Mattias Fleischmann. I couldn’t be happier with it! He, too, learned something of horses, quickly acquiring the skill of capturing the beauty and strength of the equine. I was able to be involved in the creation of the cover and avoided the common peculiarity of book covers that are terribly irrelevant to the actual story they are covering!

    And, by the way, we read the story out loud at home, Edith and I, and made sure it was readable. We paid special attention to the conversations, to assure that they would be unlike some of those out there that often are terribly neglected in their readability and make for awkward story time… Neglecting conversations’ readability is a surprisingly common occurrence in novels by the giants. I believe this is because the art of reading stories out loud for people is lost. A story that is written exclusively for private, silent reading never gets the attention and polish as does a book expected to be read out loud.  Anyway, I could rant about that, but this isn’t the place or time! I enjoy the challenge of avoiding both overly constructed conversations a la theater and chopped up small hellos and goodbyes. The balance is there if you read the story to someone out loud. So, that is what I did!

    Finally, once again, I am overjoyed to share with you this exciting, thrilling adventure of Edith’s! Can you figure out who killed the woman in the bog? Who started the arson fires? Who trapped Edith and her horse, Little Red Riding Hood, in the barn?

    Buy it! Read it! You’ll love it!