O Holy Virgin When you said 'Yes' To housing God in your womb You asked, as its price, For peace in the world Redemption for all the lost Eternal life for the dead. May I always pray with you That your sublime prayer be granted.
Reprinted from DailyOm 365 Days of Prayers with Andrew Harvey
"We need to make a national examination of conscience. Why do we need a national examination of conscience?? Because suddenly we Americans seem to be panicking. It's time to stop moaning and wringing our hands. It's true; the country is in a crisis. But we have always been in a crisis. We ought to thank God we are. Because then we always have something to test us -- like a piece of steel that stays strong precisely because it is enduring great pressure."
These extremely timely words were spoken on February 7, 1968 by Sargent Shriver in a speech he gave at Notre Dame University. With the economic situation looking bleak, mayhem and riots running rampant in other parts of the world and our own country's Occupy movement growing larger week by week, it is easy to see the glass half empty. I don't know what the answers are. I do know we have overcome difficult challenges in the past and we will endure many more in the future. I take comfort in Sargent Shrivers words and trust we will rise to this test --"like a piece of steel that stays strong precisely because it is enduring great pressure."
Faith and prayer. It may sound innocent and naive but it's all I've got at the moment. And history. We've got that on our side too.
This is the last home game of the 2011 football season at Notre Dame. I took a stroll through the campus and soaked in the tranquil beauty of the autumn afternoon. While we have lots of historical landmarks that are well known and visited by many each weekend, I needed the road less traveled, the contemplative side of the University. Even our wonderful Grotto was already filled with pilgrims lighting candles and offering prayers. With some of our boys injured and unsure of their futures, I needed time alone to pray, dry my tears and come back to peace. It was espeicially hard this week given the terrible tragedy involving the Penn State football program. Those broken little boys with grief filled eyes haunt me and I have not even seen an actual photo. But they are there, in their silence, breaking my heart and causing tears to well in pain and confusion.
Our Blessed Lady of the Lake
Look down on all of your young warriors this weekend
from each and every University.
Protect them with your Grace,
guide their actions on and off the field of battle.
Heal their young hearts
as we move through these dark days tainted with grief.
as you gather all the innocent victims of child abuse
Do you ever feel like your world has become a run away horse and you are holding on for dear life? I have not had a moment to post since we returned from Spring Break with our days full of birthdays, baby showers, prayer services, senior parent meetings, black tie galas, and monogram ceremonies with the regular dentist appts., lacrosse practices, tutoring and voice thrown in for good measure. But the real news of the day was received when we returned home that last weekend in March. I won't get into the anxiety and drama that accompanied the entire weekend with the whole family at home, (Stevie too! He skipped his class on Monday to be at home for his sister, one way or the other) nervously waiting for the mail to arrive. Saturday....nothing. We took advantage of Stevie being home and celebrated his birthday, (March 28) trying to make the days go faster. Tori stayed home from school on Monday, too nervous to go, waiting and watching for the mailman. When he had not arrived by lunch we talked her into getting a bite to eat. You know, the "watched pot never boils" theory. We were all getting ready to walk out the door when we saw him pull up......
I created this collage yesterday. I was experimenting with ink and water so I threw caution to the wind and added one of my precious antique scraps of paper. Those of you who do not have this hoarding disorder may not really appreciate how hard it it to let these little tid bits go. But as I sit and contemplate this piece, I find so many of my lessons peeking through.
Of course the big and most obvious is letting go. With relationships, children, a way of life, or the simple quiet of the morning that is now and has been accompanied by hammers and saws for over a month, life is about living in the present and letting go of the resistance to have it look any way other than how it does this very minute. (That's a very long sentence but I am letting go of my need to re-write it!)
I think my letting go muscles are getting stronger. I am getting more and more comfortable with the mystery of not knowing how things will work out. Just letting them be as they are and staying present in the moment.
I have been helping out at school all day. Tori is the lead in her high school musical and they needed parents behind the scenes today. Everything was fine until I opened my big mouth and stuck my bigger foot right in. Jeez. Will I ever learn??? So anyway, this collage seemed apropos.....Lord we beseech Thee, let Thy Holy Spirit put a sock in my mouth. Let us pray. Amen!
Who really cares what college graduates the most football players anyway????
The New Year brings to mind new experiences and adventures just waiting to happen. When the months are fresh, the possibilities for the future seem endless. How many doors will I walk through? How many doors will close? Will I be brave and fearless? Or hesitant and unsure? I always plan to embrace the mystery and walk confidently in any given direction at the appropriate time. But do I actually do it? Am I aware of the doors as they appear? This new year holds so many variables and the doorknob is but a simple symbol, asking for pause and contemplation.
Could a hand on the doorknob
remind us that we have the power
to unlock our inner doors?
Could we pause here
and feel this moment
as one of decision-making?
We may be only going into a familiar room,
but we can enter it with the understanding
that every day we enter into our habits,
our attitudes, our inner living rooms.
How might we be recalled into the present
by turning the handle of this door?
Could we use it as a means to slow down,
to ask ourselves what new doors there are to pass through,