.. lighting a candle for Who we love. .. from my substack. 🙂 Eglise Saint-Germain-des-PrĂ©s, Paris - Oldest church in Parish by candelight, Ingo Schommer/flikr When I was getting ready for Mass, I couldn’t find my favorite silver drop earrings, the ones I always wear. They weren’t on my desk, they weren’t on the vanity in…
Holy Books surround me ..
The Annunciation, Carracci.. I only need to measure the stack of books around me to know when my prayer life is unanchored. Currently surrounding my laptop this moment.. .. with author & section noted: Humility of Heart by Fr. cajetan Mary da Bergamo; #69: "The true reason for which God bestows so many graces upon…
Everything is pointless unless we pray..
For the 1,000 time.. And seek refuge.. Give ear, O thou that rulest Israel: thou that leadest Joseph like a sheep. Thou that sittest upon the cherubims, shine forth before Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasses.79:3 Stir up thy might, and come to save us..Psalm 79, Ad Tertiam, Ss. Joannis et Pauli Martyrum So, I've just done another…
I sat with Jesus & Mary.. and suffered.
My prayer corner has gotten much simpler.. It's been over a week, maybe more.. of avoiding my little prayer corner, even though I missed it every single day. It was very brief.. ..a mere turn of the hourglass, about 15 minutes, the quality of which I won't bother mentioning.. But it doesn't matter. My Lord…
A Sigh of Relief..
Heart of Mary, most pure, pray for us.Heart of Jesus, obedient unto death, pray for us. Well, it's done.. I've an idea of where I want to go. Most crucial is keeping my notebook to collect ideas as they come to me. Thinking begets more thinking.. already have a notebook for this purpose, a nice,…
Begone, Satan.. I consider my Last End.
I'm preparing to die.. *** I say a little prayer as soon as I open mine eyes in the morning. It is this: O my God, my Only Good, the Author of my being, and my Last End, I give thee my heart. Praise, honor, and glory be to Thee for ever and ever. Amen.…
Ripping ourselves away from social media..
The Taking of Christ by Caravaggio Images have become really important to me, in shaping and strengthening my devotion for God. I can see a difference since I started focusing on them this past year. And if holy images have the power to do this to my soul, I can only imagine what damage has…
Joyfully coming to the foot of Jesus’ Holy Cross!
I've made the break .. for the weekend at least. It's always very, very hard to do, because I love people.. but I always feel better anyway, and I know I am not missed. If I am, I send my Guardian Angel to keep them company until they see their loved one in real life…
This is me, now – On refusing to let my Pope cast the lot of my soul
+++ It's late, I should be catching up on sleep - Hugo's beside me sawing away, but I want to capture this moment of not being in this months-long spiritual agony. I'm not at home, you see. I'm at a Catholic conference center with Hugo for the weekend for a workshop with our Secular Carmelite…
Veronica, it is the Lord.. 