We went on a little field trip to the cathedral in the city, a pilgrimage.
Sunday, July 27, 2025
a little pilgrimage
Sunday, July 20, 2025
the shining thing
Margary, whom she had last seen white and fear-stricken, had color in her cheeks now and her eyes shone...Winkle's face, puce with rage a short time ago, had now resumed its normal rosiness and it was obvious that if Winkle had ever had a care she had forgotten it....Such things had no existence here..The children ate their biscuits and drank their milk, and the stormcock sang, and Mary thought, "I will remember about this rainbow place. When my own particular experience seems dark and hard I'll remember that it's really a shining thing holding like a flower to the branches of the tree, and that I travel in it, like Cinderella in her coach, to the ending of the days. And up above me in the tree the Seraph sings, and sometimes he sings peace for us and sometimes courage, praise, truth, love, death, but he is always the same Seraph. Who is he? On Mount Alverno Saint Francis saw a great crucified Seraph above him, filling the heavens. I'll remember."
- Elizabeth Goudge, The Rosemary Tree
*words by Horatio Bonar, the melody is an old English one, adapted by Ralph Vaughan Williams
Thursday, July 17, 2025
moving along through summer
Summer is moving along too fast. I've worked extra a number of times; the heat has kept me in more than I would like - I think, after today, we'll have a break in the hot and humid weather. We haven't even opened the windows the past two nights, but it looks like the upcoming evening temperatures will be down in the sixties - I feel cooler just thinking of it!
There are a few youtube sewing channels I like to follow - these women like to sew all their clothes and they seem to whiz along, so even though I don't, watching them is motivating. My blue linen top just needs the hem binding, and will be done. I realized I've got a lot of blue in my summer wardrobe all of a sudden - oh, well. I think navy suits me pretty well.
I bought a new rug for my bedroom; Daisy is often on it. I came home from work yesterday, and she was there. It's wool - can it be she has an appreciation for quality? :D Annie also likes it, but Daisy is with me more often.
* Coleridge, from Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement
"It was a spot which you might aptly call the Valley of Seclusion.......it was a Blessed Place."
Sunday, July 13, 2025
being drawn into the divine life
"When you love those who hate you, you confuse and confound them, taking away the very energy that feeds their hatred.
We want God to behave as we would - that is to say, to withdraw his love from those who don't deserve it and to give his love to those who do deserve it. But this is just not the way God operates.
Why should you pray for someone who is persecuting you? Why shouldn't you be allowed at least to answer him in kind - an eye for an eye? Because God doesn't operate that way, and you are being drawn into the divine life.
Why should you turn the other cheek to someone who has struck you? Because it's practical? No - because that's the way God operates, and you're being called into the divine life.
Why should you go beyond simply loving those who love you? Because that's the way God operates; he loves the saints and he loves the worst of sinners.
Is any of this easy to do? No, of course not. Are we able to get to this state through willing it, through earnest practice? Of course not. That's why love is referred to as a theological virtue. It is the sheerest participation in the divine life, and it can only come from God. But God does offer this gift to us when we ask for it in prayer."
- Bishop Robert Barron
Thursday, July 10, 2025
life and growth
A rabbit got into the garden last week. He didn't seem to eat anything we would regret. They seem to find so much among the grass, God bless them. A simple diet is best, isn't it? Then I didn't see any rabbits for a week, until today when there were two baby ones, running around the hedges. So, it continues.
Look what somebody dropped off at the library this week.
I love this story. Look at the cover!
So elegant, with the gold edging. But there's a fragrance, like the previous owner wore perfume and now the book has it. I might just bring it back - I don't fancy having to smell that whenever I read it. Such a disappointment.
I was reading in St. Matthew's gospel, near the beginning, and it said that after the Magi came and asked where the child was who was born king of the Jews, "he was frightened, and all Jerusalem with him". I never noticed that before - all Jerusalem was frightened? How interesting.
I picked a handful of beans today and steamed them; my brother can have them with his eggs tomorrow for supper.
Monday, July 7, 2025
and you thought journalism was dead
With all the mentions I've made of Raynor Winn's The Salt Path over the past few years, I feel it incumbent upon me to make this post.
I was on youtube yesterday when a little video popped up. This one. A reporter at The Observer dug deep and found out that the Winns' real names are Sally and Tim Walker They are basically embezzlers and tax evaders, for a start. Three books were written, to acclaim, and now the film is out; I've been waiting for it to show over here. Now, I don't think I can bring myself. The full article - very thorough and interesting - is here.
I really am stunned. Of course we know these things go on. But it was a great story, and so hopeful, the way Moth seemed to get better after these long hikes they went on. They're not even sure now about the truth of his illness, and that whole part of it.
What really amazes me is that she has done so many interviews, her face has been everywhere, for those who've been following their story, and didn't she think that someday they'd be found out? That nobody they've ever known would be watching the news? What will happen now? You can run, but you can't hide forever, and especially not when you're famous. Incredible.
About "journalism". This reporter, Chloe Hadjimatheou, did a stellar job. But there is altogether too much of this:
But I do agree with them on one point: They are extremely dangerous to our democracy.
Sunday, July 6, 2025
o hear our song, God of all the nations
Saturday, July 5, 2025
a lot of sparkle
I had just shut off the a/c, opened my side window, and was watching the pretty sparkle of the fireflies, when someone on the street behind us set off quite a colorful display of fireworks. So much for the quiet beauty of nature.
Daisy is in my back window, watching fireworks set off by another neighbor - it looks like a big sparkler, or something. Annie is on the hallway chair, which is brave for her; she isn't hiding. Our town event is scheduled for Tuesday, so this sort of nightly show may happen again. For the first time in days, I don't hear the mockingbird. Well, the creatures don't know what to make of the loud noises and I feel sorry for them.
I don't know where I've been - mentally - for the past week. I always mean to post, but something gets in the way. I am making a linen top: sleeveless and simple, and I've been researching various ways of cutting bias strips. There are many, and it's interesting! I have to bind the neck and armholes and didn't want to use the packaged stuff.
I've been experimenting with strawberry frozen yogurt, and frozen coconut milk pops, coffee-flavored. Something cold for the mouth must be kept on hand at all times in summer heat!