When I was a child, I liked singing “The First Noel”: The first Noel the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay; In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, On a cold winter’s night that was so deep. But at that age I understood “to certain” as an [...]
Category Archive for 'Fear'
Before Sister Rosalie entered the Cenacle, she lived in a house on the Gulf coast with two little dogs named Penny and Black Bart. Whereas Penny was ladylike and prudent, Black Bart was an adventurer. Once when he was still a puppy, an adventure led Black Bart to an unfortunate encounter with a prickly pear, [...]
Sister Rosalie calls me “Rose the Nose.” That’s because I have an unusually acute sense of smell. While at times this has its benefits (such as noticing the fragrance of a dead mouse before it has had time to decompose to a totally disgusting state), it can also be an affliction (as when I am [...]
Brush me, O God, with the feathers of your mercy, for I am dusty with pettiness. Day by day in fear my heart collapses on itself. My hours are gray with forgetfulness. See — the coals of my love have already settled into ash. Breathe me into new life, that I may expand in the [...]
Running Home
Posted in Fear, Turned Toward God on Feb 19th, 2005
We have had a family of three baby squirrels in the wall of the patio outside my bedroom window. Like all young creatures, they love to play with each other and to have small adventures. Occasionally mama squirrel makes an appearance, looking exhausted, and sprawls out on the wall where she endures more or less [...]