Sunday, February 17, 2019

Blessed the poor

Wonderful homily this weekend when our presider talked about the difference between the Beatitudes in Matthew and the ones in Sunday's gospel from Luke .

As he said, the ones in Matthew are the best known, the "nice" ones--the ones we sang through Sr. Mary David's song at the Gospel today. Then we have the ones in the Luke reading--less known and not even used as a gospel reading unless the pre-Lent Ordinary Time extends beyond five weeks in the cycle. They give us only four "blesseds" and follow them with four complimentary "woes." (Blessed are the poor.......Woe to those who are rich).

These scripture scholars...what depth and interesting reflections they are able to bring to the readings that can too often sail over our heads! Lucky us!

A rare window feeder visitor.




Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Whiling away the days


More suggestions for getting through these cold, snowy winter days: have a friend send you the New York Times annual full fold-out crossword puzzle--mount it on your bathroom door (sorry, no room for a card table), put the clues right beside it, and you're good for 2-3 months of standing and filling in clues---at least at my rate!!

Lots of fun--thanks Joanne!

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Wisdom is everywhere.

Our bluebirds winter in their houses in our backyard.
Amazing!
Photo by Jo Clarke

We had a two-day celebratory weekend that included the feast of St. Scholastica (sister of Benedict) and the 2019 Prophet of Peace award. Lots of visitors, prayer and song, good eats and good times. However, it limited the usual weekend "down time" quite a bit. Which got me thinking about one of my favorite Zen proverbs: "After ecstasy, the laundry."

And that led me to an old Zen proverbs and koans book I have...here are some more for your cold February Monday morning meditation!

Relax. Nothing's missing.

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything.

Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.

If you are unable to find the truth right where you are,
where else do you expect it to be?

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

At last


This orchid's story goes something like this: five-six years ago it was a gift to one of our sisters. After the blossoms died off I inherited it, moved it to my office, began to water it once a week (the prescribed tablespoon), talked to it, watched the large dark green leaves live on and on, and went about my life. Two or three years ago I began to see these odd white things growing out of it (roots) and after quite a bit of time, it bloomed. Miracle! The blossoms eventually died off, repeat story.

Here we are again....the long, winding roots began about two months ago, the three buds maybe a month ago. Today the third one opened and I knew it was time to share yet another miracle!

PS A couple years ago I inherited yet another orchid. Water, talk, watch. Nothing....until a month or so ago...the roots are about 1/2 as long as these, no stalk for flowers even showing---yet I continue my vigil! What a hope-filled way to get through a winter.

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Sweet memories


At lunch today I was mentioning that I hadn't had a chance on Saturday morning to do my weekly watering of the six ferns that hang in our dining room because of community meetings that we had all weekend. But I was worried about them because the air is so dry this time of year and a couple of them looked especially in need of water. So I planned to water them during the half-time of the Super Bowl game!

This declaration lead to questions that brought these answers: a) for about 20 years; b) no, but they all are offshoots of the original two; c) I think they came from Sr. Mary Philip at a jubilee. Then we realized that this was the death anniversary of this lovely and quite unique gal, Sr. Mary Philip Kiehlmeier who entered the community in her 30s (unusual at that time) and lived into her 90s.

Sr. Lenore Shaw, another late bloomer, entered community twice in her 20s, (left both times) and then returned for good 30 years later! Lenore was a true "character" who we remembered this weekend, also, as our Super Bowl pool is always in her honor (she was the first organizer of this annual event).

I can't imagine we'll ever stop missing Mary Philip and Lenore....great women and very special community members.