In the Shadow of Birds

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I did not see the migrating birds as they flew past, nor did I hear their calls. What I did see was fifty, maybe a hundred, small darting shadows cross over the lawn and my arms. Suddenly I felt heavy in the shadow of birds and my heart longed for home. Where I live is [Read More...]

Mouse in the House

It’s turning cold outside, and with it comes that scratching sound that distracts me from my prayers. They’re running up the chimney wall and across the ceiling. With any luck the rodents will run under the bathroom sink and into the cheese-filled trap. I’m conflicted. I really hate having to kill mice. They are funny [Read More...]

Graces from Gleditsia

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It was one of those perfect fall days when the clear cerulean sky contrasted the vivid reds and yellows of the maples, poplars, and the honey locust in my yard. Settling into this house in 1988 one of the first things I did on the property, after removing all the trash and debris, was add [Read More...]

Uprooted and Reorienting Fear

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The word “transplant,” both verb and noun, is from Late Latin, transplantare, trans-“across” + plantare “to plant”. It means to move from one place and place to another…remove, uproot, reorient, shift. We gardeners do this often for the health of the plant, for better balance in the landscape, or to open up space for other [Read More...]

Thanks all. The Sabbatical is Over.

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After three weeks away from social media, and limited on-line work, I feel refreshed and ready to write. A special thank you goes out to the people that kept my blog going while I was retreating. Marty Rymarz, an oblate brother and upcoming writer, was kind enough to write two main posts, A Walk through [Read More...]

Feast day of St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower

On this first day of October, as we take our daily walk through the prayer garden, it seems so very appropriate that the Saint of the day is St. Therese of Lisieux. A Carmelite nun, St. Therese is, of course, lovingly known as the “Little Flower” and is the patron saint of florists. As someone [Read More...]

A Walk through the Garden

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For those of you taking your daily walk through the beautiful prayer garden that is Margaret Realy’s blog post, you may notice a different gardener today. As Margaret is on retreat for a few weeks, she has very kindly allowed me to help tend to her garden while she is away. As an Oblate novice [Read More...]

The Threat of a Listener

I’m catching on to why its so unsettling to be in the presence of chatty elderly women. Its because I like to do and there is nothing to be done beyond my presence. In my discomfort I default to what is most familiar, silence, and listening. Here is the problem. When you’re dealing with someone who is a good [Read More...]

Short at One End Coming to Christ

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I’m still trying to find my place as a pray-er among the residents at the women’s care facility. As an introvert and hermit, and with what little social skills I possess, the challenge is large. I had been given a list of names of the women who are Catholic and ambled to each room to [Read More...]

Wilting in the Bright Light of Annie’s Need

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Exiting my car at the women’s care facility, I saw there were plastic grocery bags sitting atop a picnic table, in the shady end of the lot. Within them were dozens of perennials that had been dug from someone’s garden. The bags were crumpled, the cardboard boxes were warped, and the plants they contained were [Read More...]


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