Sunday, April 24, 2022

Our newest "member"

A refurbishment of the gift from the Class of '46 of St. Benedict Academy to the school and sisters.... freshened up, with a replaced hand and all. Lovely edition to our library garden. The memorial is to the Hoffman family which includes our recently deceased Sister Mary ((William).



And our annual wild daffodils in the woods!



Sunday, April 17, 2022

Book report #524

Here's a book for you to try or at least read the reviews. I do love mysteries, but I am getting impatient to find ones about whose type of murder, type of suspect, type of investigation I haven't already read. Sometimes the story lines are so similar that I spend the first half of the book trying to recall if I've already read it! If it's a 2021 or 2022 book I haven't, but why does it seem so familiar? I guess there are only so many mystery story lines: Colonel Mustard with the candlestick in the billiard room!

Therefore, when I come upon a book that right from the beginning seems fresh, creative and, yes, even a bit quirky, I do gobble it up..unless it takes a turn for the mundane by chapter 3!

Here's one that stayed fresh, creative and quirky throughout its short but adequate 147 pages: A Psalm for the Wild-Built-- a monk and robot book by Becky Chambers. 


It's set in another time and place and follows the latest assignment of Dex, a traveling tea monk of Panga. Along the way he comes upon a robot from the past times, long forgotten and certainly thought equally long extinct. But here he is, asking the robot's most important question: "What do people need?"  And it goes on from there. I got more than half-way through and it did not disappoint--fresh, creative and quirky throughout.


Easter at our house:



Saturday, April 16, 2022

Holy Saturday

 

If I Were

There are lots of ways to dance and to spin, sometimes it just starts my feet first then my entire body, I am spinning no one can see it but it is happening. I am so glad to be alive, I am so glad to be loving and loved. Even if I were close to the finish, even if I were at my final breath, I would be here to take a stand, bereft of such astonishments, but for them.

If were a Sufi for sure I would be one of the spinning kind.



Friday, April 15, 2022

Good Friday

 

"The Gardener"

Have I lived enough?

Have I loved enough?

Have I considered Right Action enough, have I come to any conclusion?

Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude?

Have I endured loneliness with grace?


I say this, or perhaps I'm just thinking it.

Actually, I probably think too much.


Then I step out into the garden,

where the gardener, who is said to be a simple man,

is tending his children, the roses.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Holy Thursday



"I Have Decided"

I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains, somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in the cold and the silence. It's said that in such a place certain revelations may be discovered. That what the spirit reaches for may be eventually felt, if not exactly understood. Slowly, no doubt. I'm not talking about a vacation.

Of course at the same time I mean to stay exactly where I am.

Are you following me?

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Wednesday of Holy Week

 Holy Week Wednesday


"I Happened to be Standing"

I don't know where prayers go.

or what they do.

Do cats pray, while they sleep

half-asleep in the sun?

Does the opossum pray as it

crosses the street? The sunflowers? The old black oak

growing older every year?

I know I can walk through the world,

along the shore or under the trees,

with my mind filled with things

of little importance, in full

self-attendance. A condition I can't really

call being alive.

Is a prayer a gift, or a petition,

or does it matter?

The sunflowers blaze, maybe that's their way.

Maybe the cats are sound asleep. Maybe not.


While I was thinking this I happened to be standing

just outside my door, with my notebook open,

which is the way i begin every morning.

Then a wren in the privet began to sing.

He was positively drenched in enthusiasm,

I don't know why. And yet, why not.

I wouldn't persuade you from whatever you believe

or whatever you don't. That's your business.

But I thought, of the wren's singing, what could this be

if it isn't a prayer?

So I just  listened, my pen in the air.




Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Tuesday of Holy Week

 Prayers/Poems from Mary Oliver for Holy Week

Holy Week Tuesday


"The poet compares human nature to the ocean from which we came"

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,

it can lie down like silk breathing

or toss havoc shoreward; it can give

gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth

like an incoming frenzy of fountain, or it can 

sweet-talk entirely. As I can, too.

and so, no doubt, can you, and you.



Monday, April 11, 2022

Monday of Holy Week

 Prayers/Poems from Mary Oliver for Holy Week

Holy Week Monday


"On Traveling to Beautiful Places"

Every day I'm still looking for God

and I'm still finding him everywhere,

in the dust, in the flowerbeds.

Certainly in the oceans,

in the islands that lay in the distance

continents of ice, countries of sand

each with its own set of creatures

and God, by whatever name.

How perfect to be aboard a ship with 

maybe a hundred years still in my pocket.

But it's late, for all of us,

and in truth the only ship there is

is the ship we are all on

burning the world as we go.





Sunday, April 10, 2022

Palm Sunday

 Prayers/Poems from Mary Oliver for Holy Week:

Palm Sunday


"Today"

Today I'm flying low and I'm 

not saying a word.

I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,

the bees in the garden rumbling a little,

the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.

And so forth.

But I'm taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I'm traveling

a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors

into the temple.



Sunday, April 3, 2022

Some go, some come

This weekend we lost our five newest members to attendance at workshops. Two stayed rather close, traveling 85 miles or so south to Villa Maria Conference Center. A Western PA inter-formation group has been sponsoring national speakers there for many years. Men and women in formation in communities from Pittsburgh up to Erie are invited. I first heard John Allen and Ilia Delio there and they were great. This weekend it was a speaker on race and racism in the USA.

The other three traveled considerably farther to central Indiana and a Benedictine conference for all members of the four federations under age 55, the group is appropriately named "55 and Under." 

So we lost their presence, their voices and their energy but we gained the same from the guests that joined us for the Lenten vigil Saturday night, this morning for Sunday's liturgy and even some who are staying in the guest hall and hermitages.

And what else did we gain? The daffodils and tulips may still on the verge of  popping out, ditto the forsythia, but these "friends" are coming around more and more. Here are three that were grazing and romping on the east side of the Mount this afternoon.  Welcome back!