Searching for a Balance

 From The Mystery of the Cross , by the late Cardinal Basil Hume of England: "What are the Articles of Faith to you and me? They are po...

 Thou art the Way: to thee alone from sin and death we flee; and he who would the Father seek must seek him, Lord, by thee. Thou art the Tru...

 It's wonderful to hear the birds singing so much. The cardinals are whistling ,  robins are laughing . Everyone is busy doing spring th...

 Here is something from some Benedictine monks, remembering the situation and people in Ukraine.

 The grass turned green the day before St. Patrick's; it's been warm. Friday it was in the seventies! One hardly knows what to wear,...

This morning's psalm in my prayer book:   Why do you boast of your wickedness, you champion of evil? You love evil more than good; lies ...

 I made a cake today. I've made this recipe before, and had written "excellent" on the paper, which I'd cut out from Gour...

This morning we stepped out and were brought back in time to the depth of winter - breezy and frigid after a very windy night. Yesterday sno...

 It was truly a winter wonderland yesterday morning, snow sticking to all the tree branches and the clothesline. But it was just a diversion...

It began to snow around eleven, and I had the desire for some brisk, cold air, so I put on my scarf and hand mitts and took the camera with ...

 The robins are back.  I've already washed two of my warm and woolly turtlenecks. Even though it's been kind of cold, it's almos...

 I'm reading Joy Clarkson's new book, Aggressively Happy . "The metaphors we use to describe ourselves matter. I've noticed...

Remembering Ukraine. That situation hangs like a weight over everything we all do, all day, every moment, doesn't it? The other night I ...

 The first reading at Mass today: When a sieve is shaken, the husks appear; so do one's faults when one speaks. As the test of what the ...

 All right, it took a while but we got Dolly's DNA results back. She has a less exciting, shall we say, bloodline than Annie, but they b...

 It was sixty-five degrees on Wednesday; today we have snow, and it was intense enough and icy enough this morning to close Town offices, an...

 My brother came home for lunch, and I heard him say, You'll never guess what I brought home.  I think these are paczki; they always se...

 I'm halfway through The Joy of the Snow, but no mention of her favorite author, yet.  "...nearly everyone did go to church and Sun...

 I've been planning the menus for the entire month, and even though it takes a while, I find it very freeing. It came during a podcast, ...

 We had two days of blissful fifty-something, and now it's going back to cold. It could have been late March. The weatherman was predict...

I almost had spring fever today. Outside, it looked like March - mud here and there, the grass that blah not-green color, everything ugly. I...

 "The inn is the Church, which receives travelers who are tired with their journey through the world and oppressed with the load of the...

  There is ice on the clothesline, and the thermometer outside my window is stuck on 34 degrees because ice got inside it. It would be nice ...

 Today we remembered the Lord's presentation in the temple.  The bright lights of Christmas are shining with joy From the heart of the c...

 When I left work this afternoon, I heard a wren trilling. I wonder how the little birds will fare tomorrow, in the big snowstorm that's...

 I like to make my yogurt in the evenings, and I intended to last night but at the end of the day I didn't want to do one more thing, so...

 I like to observe holidays; they exist for a reason. It may amount to a cloth on the table, some dessert, a day of less housework. Sunday i...

 When I came up the basement stairs into the kitchen I could see out the window to the bird feeder; there were three dark gray juncos and a ...

 It's the feast of St. Anthony, the hermit . Why didn't I think to make hermits ? But it's getting late, the butter is in the fr...

 When Orphan Annie finally had her check-up, she was found to weigh eleven and a half pounds. Ahem. This would be our fault, of course. Dr. ...

 I returned Yeats to the library; now I have Wordsworth.  This evening I hankered for a hot cocoa, so I had one, but I wonder if the caffein...