There’s thunder and lightning, bombings and gunfire, and I’m abandoned in the dark — horrifically alone. At any moment I could be obliterated, searing explosions invading my mind so I … Continue Reading Through
What words cannot tell nor images show… No fragrance, no strain of music, no touch can hold on to what I know… You… You, my Lord… You. With that little … Continue Reading Who You Are
While watching the feats of the athletes in the Tokyo Olympics, this post (from 2017, one of my favorites) seems like a fitting reflection to share again… You have heard … Continue Reading Unknowing Worship
I first wrote this poem in 2016, on April 1, and called it “April’s Fool.” My own personal experiences inspired the writing, though my experiences weren’t so blatant. Poetry is … Continue Reading of false gods
What is love? Our words can confuse the answer. I say: I love cheesecake; I love my family and friends; I love writing; I love watching football; I love God. … Continue Reading Are you loved?
What I’ve wanted to do since I was a young girl, what others have expected of me since I graduated from high school, what my family and friends have encouraged … Continue Reading It’s Happening
When a person dies, we may try to comfort the family and friends who are mourning by telling them that the person has gone to a better place. This isn’t … Continue Reading A Better Place?
“There’s a crack in everything… that’s how the light gets in.” — Leonard Cohen, songwriter. I know about cracks. I suffer from a seriously disabling disease, Spinal Muscular Atrophy. My … Continue Reading Where the Light Enters You
I did it! That’s what I want to write, that’s what I want to shout out from the rooftops: “I did it! I did it!!!” The sentence, however, feels incomplete. … Continue Reading The Publishing Contract
What is love? I will soon be attending a family wedding by the sea, and this occasion calls to my mind some poetry. The coming together of a man and … Continue Reading To the Marriage of True Minds
Spring is in the sunlight and the bird song—if not quite in the still winter air—and Spring is my favorite season with all of its tender, yet raucous beauty. With the wonders of the created world in mind, and with St. Patrick’s Day approaching, I’m sharing again this reflection on two meditations/invocations from two very different cultures across time. Or are they very different? Note how beauty is in the same places as Christ, and Christ the same as beauty.
Read it here: The Navajos and Saint Patrick
(St. Patrick, pray for us!)
Continuing my six-week online course on ecclesiology, the study of the Church, my post this week is my assignment for unit two on worship. Before I get to that, I … Continue Reading True Life
It happened on a chilly September day, a simple moment that’s never left me. I was a young adult with my parents, following my eldest French-Canadian cousin in a tour … Continue Reading What Would You Do? The Beggar
What does it mean to ascend? To move upward; to rise through the air; to succeed to (as in ascending a throne). On the day of this posting, we are … Continue Reading Ascending
A Winter’s worth of snow is melting away, for nothing living and new can Spring from frozen soil. The white crystal kingdom is becoming the watery realm of liquid rivulets … Continue Reading The Awakening
(Once, I prayed these words when I received Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament – and my teeth pierced into the Body of Christ…. ) For my salvation, Lord, this … Continue Reading Our Sufferings He Endured: a Meditation