Showing posts from February, 2018

Into the “Desert”

Over the weekend, we took a hike out to Gull Point at Presque Isle. For non-Erieites, this is the farthest point out that one can experience on the peninsula. A Google Maps marking shows us:

During the summer the area is closed, as it is protected for birds, but not on a not-quite-cold February day. Although the lake is still frozen in places (as you see), it was open in others:

Once we reached Gull Point, my friend commented that we chose to venture to the “desert” ourselves, in reference to this past Sunday’s gospel: Mark 1:12-15.

The Spirit drove Jesus out into the desert,
and he remained in the desert for forty days,
tempted by Satan.
He was among wild beasts,
and the angels ministered to him.

After John had been arrested,
Jesus came to Galilee proclaiming the gospel of God:
"This is the time of fulfillment.
The reign of God is at hand.
Repent, and believe in the gospel."

It does look a bit “desert-like,” no? Of course, there were also “angels” ministering to us.

And, we brought…

The Lenten Present

If you really want to find out how far you have to go on the journey, try meditating. Part of my Lenten practice this year includes spending fifteen minutes each morning and each evening on my meditation cushion in silence and with a mantra.

This all transpired as I read (and am still reading) John Main, OSB’s, Moment of Christ: The Path of Meditation. I have read a few books on meditation, especially during my novitiate, but this was the first one that really made me desire to put the practice into practice. Lent coming right around the corner probably helped, too. The purpose of meditation being simplification and presence, this all seemed a fitting choice during the liturgical season where we find grace to meet Jesus again in a new, deeper way.

So, I try to enter into the meditation experience while thoughts of the unchangable past and uncontrollable future work their way in and out of my consciousness for at least 14.8 of the 15 minutes. It gives me a better appreciation for the t…

Learning by Teaching

Some years back I was walking down the street in Philadelphia (Fly, Eagles, Fly!) with a mentor of mine who guided me as a new teacher. I spotted a fortune from a fortune cookie on the ground and picked it up. It read, “One learns most from teaching others.”

If I didn’t I believe it then (Spoiler: I did.), I certainly do after spending the past few weeks in the company of infants at work. The room where I currently spend my days is full of seven infants ranging from two months old to just under a year.

One such darling is a premature baby who looks about half of her ripe, young age of eight months. Precious in every way, she pretty much steals your heart whenever you look at her. The other day I spent plenty of time looking at her while I fed her lunch—sweet potatoes. Since she is so tiny, her mouth is small, too. Eating takes quite a bit of time compared to those toddlers, but as I quickly realized that we wouldn’t be operating on my time schedule, I centered myself and entered into …

Dreaming Ahead

The other morning I was joking with someone that once you hit the age of 30, soup and salad are the excitements of life.

Well, I've loved a good soup and salad for quite some time now, so I think I'll do just fine.

Someone else asked me what my dreams are for this next decade. A great and important question. I answered along the lines of continuing to become who I truly am, saying "yes" to what makes me happy and not to other people's expectations for me.

I realized how free I became when I made that choice for the first time--the choice to say "yes" to my happiness. I became a teacher. Making that choice opened me up for so much goodness that followed. And most of that goodness came in the form of meeting really wonderful people, some of whom became dear mentors in my life.

I do believe that each person has a central message in her life that she tries to proclaim; it probably centers around one's vocation. Some people's message might be "L…