"What's real?" This question runs through my mind all the time, especially in the mornings before the doings of the day have captured my attention. It hits me hard or whispers gently, drifts through the back of my thoughts, passes in front of my vision as I look around at the world.
This morning it washed over me while the guests were in breakfast. I took a call for Fr. R- that his brother had suffered a stroke and was on the way to the hospital. I delivered the message, stayed a moment to answer his questions about the call, then returned to the front desk. A few minutes later Father R- and another priest passed through the lobby:
"Do you have your oils?"
"Yes, they're in the car."
And the quick thought rolled through my mind, "THAT is real."
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The first year gone, a new one begins
There is a gang of goldfinches hanging off the seedsocks at the St. Francis feeder. I wonder how they discover these artificial food supplies? We never had gold finches until I hung the first seedsock, then within days we had a family of four, then six, now I've seen as many as 14.
It's my one-year anniversary at work. I spent the day taking inventory in the bookstore/giftshop, then rearranging everything for the first time since it was reoppened a few years ago. It is really a small shop, but we are building up a good inventory of books and gift items, mostly rosaries, and it makes for a very pretty and cozy space off the lobby.
It's strange, I usually spend anniversaries remembering the event, walking through the day thinking "X years ago at this moment I was. . ." But this year I looked forward to this time with the anticipation of reaching a new starting point, the moment to begin. Begin what?
It's also strange that I feel a sense of happy anticipation going into autumn. Because of my seasonal depression, my mood typically drops as the days become shorter and the sunlight dimmer. Instead, I am looking forward to warm nights and cold mornings, rainy days, and bare trees.
I am especially looking forward to the new liturgical year, with the new edition of the missal. Father led a workshop for liturgical ministers last week, walking us through the Mass with the new translation and explanations throughout. I love the new edition changes myself, but even people who have expressed hostility to them found very little to complain about with Father presenting it all so reasonably. He evidently has taken time to listen to all the complaining and prepared thoughtful and reasonable responses. I found myself feeling let down at Mass the next day when we were back in the current translation!
Six weeks and counting!
It's my one-year anniversary at work. I spent the day taking inventory in the bookstore/giftshop, then rearranging everything for the first time since it was reoppened a few years ago. It is really a small shop, but we are building up a good inventory of books and gift items, mostly rosaries, and it makes for a very pretty and cozy space off the lobby.
It's strange, I usually spend anniversaries remembering the event, walking through the day thinking "X years ago at this moment I was. . ." But this year I looked forward to this time with the anticipation of reaching a new starting point, the moment to begin. Begin what?
It's also strange that I feel a sense of happy anticipation going into autumn. Because of my seasonal depression, my mood typically drops as the days become shorter and the sunlight dimmer. Instead, I am looking forward to warm nights and cold mornings, rainy days, and bare trees.
I am especially looking forward to the new liturgical year, with the new edition of the missal. Father led a workshop for liturgical ministers last week, walking us through the Mass with the new translation and explanations throughout. I love the new edition changes myself, but even people who have expressed hostility to them found very little to complain about with Father presenting it all so reasonably. He evidently has taken time to listen to all the complaining and prepared thoughtful and reasonable responses. I found myself feeling let down at Mass the next day when we were back in the current translation!
Six weeks and counting!
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