On vacation

Things are always a little different during a week of vacation. Yet, not really, as we are the same just in a different geographical place. Here's a reflection by Mary Oliver which seems to fit the occasion:

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?

Mary Oliver

More and more sisters, including yours truly, are seeing the bluebirds that have actually taken up residence in our new bluebird house in the back lawn. The males are truly stunning as their "Pepsi-blue" flies by, surely showing off! One of my friends wanted to try again with a window hummingbird feeder in the city. I told her to put it closer to a tree and some bushes as I read that an "escape route" is important to them when at a home feeder. I hope it attracts some, the children in her neighborhood would love seeing them--as we all do year after year.

My first career lives on

My geometry tutoring goes on in these waning days of the school year. To that end, a friend gave me this poem, which, although it made me laugh, is also quite serious and deep. Hope you enjoy it, too.

"A Contribution to Statistics"

Out of a hundred people:
those who always know better
-- fifty-two

doubting every step
-- nearly all the rest,

glad to lend a hand
if it doesn't take too long
-- as high as forty-nine,

always good
because they can't be otherwise
-- four, well maybe five,

able to admire without envy
-- eighteen,

suffering illusions
induced by fleeting youth
-- sixty, give or take a few,

not to be taken lightly
-- forty and four,

living in constant fear
of someone or something
-- seventy-seven,

capable of happiness
-- twenty-something tops,

harmless singly, savage in crowds
-- half at least,

cruel
when forced by circumstances
-- better not to know
even ballpark figures,

wise after the fact
-- just a couple more
than wise before it,

taking only things from life
-- thirty
(I wish I were wrong),

hunched in pain,
no flashlight in the dark
-- eighty-three
sooner or later,

righteous
-- thirty-five, which is a lot,

righteous
and understanding
-- three,

worthy of compassion
-- ninety-nine,

mortal
-- a hundred out of a hundred.
Thus far this figure still remains unchanged.

Wislawa Szymborska
(Poems: New and Selected, trans. by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh)

The City of God

Our presider at liturgy Sunday, Mike K., gave a very fine reflection on "the city of God" and cities in general. Both the first and second reading for this Sunday had a city mentioned rather significantly, he thought, and thus his ideas.

Here are two of his best: a definition of a city by his sociology teacher--"a city is a place where you can get a Chinese meal, at 3:00 o'clock in the morning, on a Tuesday."

And his own words, "A city is a place with two things: one, a lot of people; and two, a lot of different people."

And then he went on to remind us that we are all called to build the city of God and that everyone will be in that city. Excellent reflections--thanks Mike.

Also this weekend our Dayton girls finished their week here and headed either back to Dayton or directly home to begin their summer vacation. We enjoyed them very much; they were a special group. Hopefully some will come again another year, on another service trip to Erie.

Spring continues on, except that we are in a short (hopefully) cold spell. Due to end Tuesday...yeah!

The three crab apple trees that line our front driveway.

Photographed through a screen door, the bunny that has taken up residence in one of our gardens.

Black-headed caiques

This is my morning companion, a black-headed caique, the little pet parrot of my "boss." She/he is a darling and all that you read about them (once you know one and want to read about them!) is true. They are born acrobats and great fun to watch as they "perform" all day long. There is nothing they won't try to climb, roll on or squeeze under. And they are, as many animals, extremely curious. In this picture she is holding a pen she scooped up when the owner wasn't looking, and is posing as a writer--appropriate for this office as we are all involved in "writing" in some way or other.

Bridges are like catenary curves

One of the girls that's been coming for some geometry tutoring has taken to bringing me jigsaw puzzles. This latest one is unique; it's supposed to be tall and long, vertical rather than the classic rectangular. (Notice I'm using geometry terms to stay in character). Anyway, here is our Sister Rita P. sitting next to the pieces as she is helping sort them into edges, colors, etc. which, as any jigsaw puzzle doer knows, is the first step. By the way, it's a lovely spring scene, complete with all the flowers, hummingbirds, cardinals and any other birds and bees that you'd see this time of year.

Our fourth and final group of collegians arrived this week--four gals from the University of Dayton, my own sister's alma mater. The school is in central Ohio and was founded by the Marianists Priests and Brothers, who still have a couple houses of men on the campus and are active in the school. Their advisor is one of our oblates and this is the first time (since she just began a new job there) that a group from Dayton has come to us. We are very happy to have them. Here Hailey, Kara, Katie and Michele are posing with Kelly our oblate, on the bridge over Seven-Mile Creek during our see-the-grounds tour Sunday. On this sunny spring day it was a far cry from our let's-go-to-the-lake-and-see-the-ice-dunes that the tours in March brought!

Notice yet another geometry reference in the title? A little too much, I know--but you just might enjoy this: catenary curves.

The bluebird of happiness

My Birds & Blooms magazine is a source of great temptation to me. Every issue entices me to either (a)buy 3-4 birdbaths and put them all around the Mount grounds as water sources for our birds or (b) dig up big plots of our grass and put in 8-9 more flower gardens or (c) retire so that I can do a) and b) full time, 24/7. Finally this spring I knew I had to indulge these temptations and decided to do just one thing: I bought a birdhouse for bluebirds.

After reading the directions meticulously ten or eleven times, I got a maintenance request through to put the house up, on a pole, away from trees, away from houses and other structures, etc...in our backyard. I honestly admit that I thought we had about a 10% chance of getting any dwellers this summer..BUT here it is May 1st and guess what? there is nesting material in the bluebird box and just tonight--one of the sisters saw two bluebirds in the backyard! We're ecstatic... well, I'm ecstatic and everyone else is just humoring me!

Here, also is a lovely flowering tree that burst out this week. It's in the library courtyard, perfectly framed by the windows of said library.

They say that this love of nature--flora and fauna--is common when you hit 50 or so. Lots of kids and young adults love nature, too, I'm sure, but honestly, when you live in such a beautiful setting as ours---how could you not help but love everything about it whether you're 15 or 50? And then, when the morning psalms praise the beauty of God's world....it really is quite glorious.

I hope your part of the world is equally rich.

Seven straight days

After the LCWR Regional meeting in Washington I came home to an all-day workshop, a planning meeting and then our spring community weekend. All were very good, but that was some busy set of days--none of which were actually at either of my offices.

The workshop was held at our Bayfront Convention Center which has the most beautiful setting you could imagine--right up against the waterfront on Presque Isle Bay. Here's the view from the meeting room--our Bicentennial Tower and a calm and peaceful bay, now that the storms of winter are long past.

After the weekend meetings, at which our excellent presenter had the awareness to mention the sunny and warm weather and encourage us to enjoy the outside over lunch and during breaks, we were able to get in a walk and here's what I saw:

One of our eastside gardens.

My favorite white hyacinth, though it looks a little ragged this year. Must have had a tough time in the spring rains and wind!

The first sunset of the season---a beauty.

In our new website feature "What Sisters are Reading" we are up to four books (Shantaram, The Vatican Diaries, No Ordinary Time and Consecrated Religious Life) with a fifth one to be posted tomorrow. I'm trying to have one ready every week or 10 days. So far the response from the "invitees" has been most encouraging. We are definitely a community of readers.