Searching for a Balance

 A month ago, my friend Cyndi called - I hadn't heard from her for a while; we hadn't exchanged Christmas and birthday gifts, and I ...

" In the risen Christ, wounded and glorified, we see all our hopes realized. In him all the wounds of our hearts, minds, and bodies a...

 Easter was so lovely this year. I mean, it was too cool - not even fifty degrees - but bright and sunny,   just very Easter-ish. And I was ...

Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise Without delays - George Herbert Human language falls silent before the mystery of resurrecti...

 "It is finished; the work is done. ..There will still be wars, famines, earthquakes, and other kinds of suffering too, which come in t...

April 12th and tonight I showered with the window wide open - what a pleasure! It's just going down into the forties now.  I am preoccup...

I see more clearly every day that our contemporary society has, as it were, to begin all over again. In our religious thinking we have lost ...

 I was going through some old magazines before passing them on. I found this: "America is a tune. It must be sung together."   -  ...

 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 ...