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The Road I Travel

 

“It’s your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.” —Rumi

Rumi has a way of using very few words to stimulate deep thoughts.

I suppose I’m a big picture person – always thinking of everything as a part of the whole – assessing how things fit together, figuring out why and how certain events happen and what may be the relationship of this particular occurrence to other incidents in my life. I also believe that true coincidences are few and far between.

So all these beliefs come into play when I think about Rumi’s words as they relate to my personal journey here on earth. I have walked some of it alone…but I have also been blessed by the presence of many others who have joined me on the way. I believe that who I am is the result of all those who have shared in my journey. Some walk with me always, in body or in spirit – those who nurtured me during my early years, my husband and my children and my sisters. These have each brought cherished others onto my path and they, too, have become perpetual companions on my journey.

There are others who walk with me for extended periods – treasured friends whose lives […]

April 9th, 2021|Minding Our Spirits, Minding Our Time|9 Comments

Minding Our Spirits – A Difficult Issue

I began last week all set to write about something entirely different. But then, something happened that made everything else seem so trivial to me.

Before I tell you what that one thing was, or is, let me share two things with you. The first is that I usually find myself writing when I need to make sense of my feelings or to understand my reaction to something that moved me. It’s a kind of therapy that I’ve engaged in for many years. And this post is one of those times.

The second thing that I want to share with you is I am a practicing Catholic – a “cradle Catholic” – born into the faith. I cherish my faith, my parish, and my Catholic community. While I often write on spiritual issues, I have not spoken much about my Catholicism. Until now…

On Monday, Pope Francis signed off on a Vatican decree originating with the Congregation of the Doctrine of Faith, the body responsible for proclaiming and defending the Catholic faith.

This most recent degree reaffirms the old church teaching and bars priests from blessing same sex unions. It goes further, calling such unions “a sin”. And Pope Francis agreed.

I have been attempting to reconcile my thinking with this pronouncement, but I am struggling. This decision wounds me so personally […]

March 22nd, 2021|Minding Our Spirits|18 Comments

Minding Our World – A Time to Plant

I guess you know by now that I like reading poetry. I don’t know when this affection began – maybe back in kindergarten…”A birdy with a yellow bill hopped upon my windowsill…” Anyone remember that one?  But, given the embarrassing fact that this rhyme has stayed with me over 70 years, I imagine I can safely trace the roots of my love of poetry back to that early time.

I have never attempted to compose a poem, though this undertaking would seem natural given my interest. Who knows? Maybe someday.

For today, though, I’d like to share with you another of my favorites – a bit more sophisticated than the yellow-billed birdy on the sill.  I came across this poem again last week and, after sitting with it for awhile, realized it had so much more meaning for me now than it ever did way back when. Don’t get me wrong. I have always loved reading May Sarton’s poetry. I suppose that’s why I saved this one. But back then the context of my reading was so very different. And my interpretation, naturally, was based on the experiences I brought to the reading. Back then the much younger me concluded that this was an inspired tale of aging (which, of course, it is).

But now, as I read Ms. Sarton’s […]

February 17th, 2021|Minding Our World|15 Comments

Minding Our Spirits, Our Minds and Our World – A Reflection

A few disparate events oddly coincided this past weekend, influencing my mood and ultimately inspiring this particular post.

The first occurred on Friday night, as my husband and I were driving home. It was a beautifully clear, though frigidly cold evening. As we are so rarely out at night these days, this event alone was singular. But then, as I looked off to my right, I gasped. There, in the dark eastern sky, hung what I believe was the biggest, brightest fullest moon I have ever seen. And I couldn’t take my eyes from it. As I stared, and drew my husband’s attention to this spectacular sight, I had the eerie feeling that it was trying to tell me something. “What”, I asked my husband, “was it saying?” Thinking senility was close at hand, he had no answer.

Returning home, I immediately journaled about that magnificent, magical, majestic, mysterious moon vision, still looking for the significance I knew was there. Seeking an answer, I googled that night’s moon and learned it is called a Wolf Moon. It is thought that January’s full Moon is called a Wolf Moon because wolves were more often heard howling more loudly at this time of year due to hunger brought on by the cold January nights. Interesting, I thought, though not relevant to […]

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