Today is the memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows, for whom my devotion has grown as the years and the sorrows have accumulated. She’s full of grace, blessed among women, but also wounded. She holds things in her heart. She misses people. She cries sometimes. This time of year I think of Hopkins’ poem SpringContinue reading >>
Finding Lady’s Wells
I told them I was going for a run, but that wasn’t the whole story. When driving to our accommodations in west Cork, I spied from the passenger seat a sign marking a “Lady’s Well and Mass Rock” and pointing up a country path. Chasing down old places of prayer is right in my wheelhouse,Continue reading >>
One note at a time
Yesterday morning I realized I was cracking up. Out running I reached the point of drenched detachment at which I could look at the last few weeks, and it wasn’t pretty. The weight of everything – political vitriol, conspiracy theories, denial of science, and overdue awareness of racial injustice – was keeping me up atContinue reading >>
Nothing more
Someone invited me to join a young adult group today and my heart skipped a beat at the thought that I am still young. Youth is in the eye of the beholder, but numbers are numbers. Though I’m a bit ahead of schedule for a mid-life crisis, I’ve always been advanced when it comes toContinue reading >>
In hac lacrimarum valle
To you we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to you we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Quite close to St Ignatius’s childhood home in Loyola is a shrine to Our Lady of Olatz. He is believed to have visited this shrine as a boy, and again onContinue reading >>
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