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               I burn a candle to the Immaculate Heart of Mary.  It is near to end and, morning hour and time of spirit passed, I leave it burning.  I don’t know how others are, but I feel helped in my spirit and prayer with the aid of certain saints, icons, prayers, and images on which […]

               There is a limit to my peopling.  There is a finite to its endurance.  When it is reached, I change.  There is a limit to an introvert’s extroversion.                 I need quiet and time alone.  My ability to balance depends on this.  It’s a reason I farm—to be alone, no one around, and work […]

               I don’t want to kick them out the door, rush and hurry them on, but they are late and everyone is in their own world.  A cold winter morning, my daughter is in despair over the unfairness that “everyone is out but us.”  What she would do with a “cold day” (there is no […]

               “Brothers and sisters: There are different kinds of spiritual gifts but the same Spirit; there are different forms of service but the same Lord; there are different workings but the same God who produces all of them in everyone.  To each individual the manifestation of the Spirit is given for some benefit.  To one […]

               Three weeks, and its leaves and stems remain in living green.  Transplant of a winter cutting shouldn’t work, but then, most plants don’t blossom in winter.                But this one does.  It’s a reason that it’s special.                It’s leaves are spreading once again from tight and wrap in travel.  It bends and reaches […]

        It is just he and I for the eve: his brother at a sleepover, sister and mom at volleyball in the city.  We make a special time of it.  We go somewhere for dinner to watch football while we eat.  Our (my) first choice was closed, so we go where he asks and chooses, Pizza […]

               He is edgy, quick to anger.  We speak and explain control measures, our reasons and agrees, then when the limit’s reached—he asks for more again.                It’s only a screen, virtual world and games, but it messes with his mind.  He’s the same with his phone (as I often am, too, as well).  His […]

               I begin my morning writing letters.                 Not knowing what else to write, I start with gratitudes.                Last night, my daughter gave me a hug.  I didn’t know I needed it—but she did, and she helped me feel loved and better.                This morning, in letter, I return the love.                All Christmas […]