April 30, 2016

I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking a blogging break for at least a couple of weeks. My life has become rather out of focus lately, like this picture (of my pug Elvis).

I wish you all comfort, joy, and blessed peace. ♥

April 25, 2016

I went for a walk the other day just after it rained. Everything was cool and green and fragrant and growing, and the birds were each singing their own spring song, and somehow it all blended together beautifully into a rare, perfect, magical moment. Most of the forsythia (and magnolia) blossoms were ruined by snow in early April, but I came upon a lovely golden drift on my walk. And, I saw a neat stone cottage trimmed with lavender paint (I would like to live in a house like that someday). And a hill of pines filled with whispering spirits.

In my prayer book this weekend, the readings were all about love. I was struck anew by the vast difference between God's love and our human notions of love. Perhaps love is not something we can do--not a verb, as we are so fond of thinking. Perhaps Love is Home, "a House with many rooms", "a glorious City", a place to dwell. "In him we live and move and have our being." (Acts 17:28). 
"Evil has not an existence of itself. Its business is destruction. And like physical malignancy, destroying good is its work and scope. Evil is everything that God is not. It is everything that God has not created; evil is distortion to the point of deception...without reality in itself, but rather the absence of that reality which is the good...It can never have any expression of itself except for some form of untruthfulness...
The first lie that the world tells us is that it is a lasting city . . .Once we subscribe, even in small measure, to this deception, all things assume a disproportion. If the world is our lasting city, ipso facto and instanter, our values are changed." ~ Mother Mary Francis (†2006)

Back at home, I watched the birds and brought the piglets outside to play in the sunshine.

Honey loves strawberries. She gets the juice all over her chin, and Blossom helps her tidy-up.



April 22, 2016

Prayer and a morning cuddle with the piggies. : )  They're getting bigger! Each day they eat a big bundle of timothy hay and two dishes of fruit and vegetables. We've discovered that Blossom (on the right) really likes kale, violets (flowers, leaves, and stems),  and seeds. Honey adores tomatoes, strawberries and blueberries. They also eat cucumber, green beans, romaine, and spinach. Blossom is bold and energetic, while Honey is shy and placid. They love each other dearly, and call loudly to one another when they are separated, but when they are happy they make an adorable cooing sound.
I just finished a really good novel by a new author. Letters to the Lost, by Iona Grey.  I saw the book on the new fiction table at my local bookshop and picked it up. I'm so glad I did. It is a beautifully told, masterfully crafted story with wonderful characters that shifts seamlessly between the present day and World War II England. I highly recommend this one.
A short while ago I learned about St. Dymphna and the very special town of Geel in Belgium. Have you heard of it? For over seven hundred years the people of Geel have taken the mentally ill into their homes, cared for them and made them a part of their families. In the late 1930s there were about 4,000 boarders living among a native population of 16,000 people.
"Remember when manual labor used to be considered good, honest work? That was before the neo-libs sold us on the scam of higher education and then raised the tuition rates." --a quote from my twenty-three  year old son, whose friend was recently shamed by another young man for being a "college dropout and working at UPS".
"I never discuss anything except politics and religion. There is nothing else to discuss. Nothing of importance can be separated entirely from its social effect, which is politics, or from its ultimate value, which is religion." --a quote by G. K. Chesterton.

And, in that spirit, here is an interesting post on Garvan Hill that includes an interview with Camille Paglia. She speaks fast and doesn't have the most fluent speech pattern which makes her difficult to follow, but her message is worth a ponder. Especially in light of the rising suicide rate in the United States.
Wishing you a lovely weekend. : )