Wanted to talk to, er, write to you, mom for so long, but, honestly, it felt weird. Cause, ah, you know talking to one’s dead mom via one’s blog is sort of weird, right? Well, maybe too hoogy-moogy I guess for some. Yet, all the things I wrote, The Simple Man, Along That Crazy River, and such, really, they were to you. And, let me … Continue reading To Get Lost Is To Learn The Way
along the river back to the grotto i rode this beautiful day Continue reading and i always say thank you when i leave
Been lost in thought, like all week. Over-analysing every detail of this thing called life. Pft, well, maybe it was due. Untangling stuff so knotted up with lies and betrayals that I just wasn’t seeing clearly. I think blue.eyed.man fogged up my rose-coloured glasses. I’ve been seeing things that weren’t there, mirages, mists that shrouded my spirit. And, Mom, know that I haven’t told you … Continue reading The Men In The Mirror That Mask Our Magic
“For more than 140 years, this site has welcomed people from all walks of life and from all around the world.” The building took on a new role in 1899, when it was purchased by the Sisters of St. Joseph, a Roman Catholic order of sisters dedicated to caring for orphans and the elderly, educating young girls, and ministering to the poor. Under its new … Continue reading Back To The Mount, The Future, And The Past
I googled a way back, then promptly got lost, of course. Turning, I turned wrong again, and then again, 7 times, back and forth. And across the road, and across the river, and up the hill, was The Mount. And as I climbed, it struck me, how akin to a pilgrimage, how like a labyrinth this journey had become. Going back, a different way a … Continue reading visits with Mary
There are places where I have felt at the time this is sacred space ~ at home on the riverbanks of the Thames, on the front porch of that home in Dodge, and around the century old oak dining room table that sits in that house; I have shared sacred space. Here now at this Cottage, actually the whole lake, is sacred space to myself … Continue reading The Mount | September 2011
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