Here’s certainly among the most unexpected – and uplifting – blessings of our COVID-19 period: I learned a great deal about the writing (or painting) of religious icons.
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A most unusual storm derailed a family tradition yesterday, and sent us scurrying for safety.
The Psalmist had a message for me – for us – as we gathered in the pews this morning. Which, you’d have to agree, is quite a trick considering that the verses were written 2,500 years or so ago.
We had a lot of company, I discovered, when we hit the pavement the other evening for a post-dinner walk around the neighborhood.
Day 47 of “shelter-in-place”: in which “side yard” becomes “garden plot.” And it becomes apparent to the Little One that he has lost his footing.
Beauty intrudes, like a gentle kiss from the Holy Spirit…
And so it begins, this most unusual of Triduum celebrations.
What I notice mostly is this: All of my “Holy Week” rhythms are “off” – completely out of whack.
Covid-19 claimed another piece of normalcy today, and I felt the reverberations in my “lizard brain.”
It’s never good when that happens – when I sense that my “fight or flight” reflex has been activated. Oddly, the trigger in this case was a trip to the grocery store.