Christmas Eve: Irish tradition says that the Holy Family still travel throughout the world this night seeking shelter… Is there room for them at your inn? at my inn? Can you see them pass by? Joseph lost in thought… Mary tired and heavy with child… Can you see their eyes looking out at you from…
Autumnal Wood Wisdom Enter slowly, and with reverence, the golden autumnal woods, and then, stopping beneath their vaulted sylvan sanctuary, allow their burnished beauty of bronzed leaf, polished nut, and, shining fruit to reflect deep eternal richness of Divine generosity, always gifting grace in each moment, of Heaven’s harvesting, to breathe its blessing through…
Stormlight: Storms bring their own light; sharp lined and lightening cut, by which old truth assumes the beauty of the new and Mother Earth eden breathes again, if only for a moment. Their rain, drilling down, brooks no opposition, gives no quarter, and must be simply received and submitted to, abandoning any pretense at…