Pondering Poison & Beauty

In my neighborhood, the oleanders are blooming. As I ran past them this morning I questioned, perhaps for the first time, my abhorrence of them. Why should I, a lover of beauty, abhor oleanders? If I were unaware that their leaves, flowers, stems, and roots are toxic, perhaps I would appreciate their beauty. Is the…

Beauty Beyond our Reach

I cannot capture nor possess the beauty in the roses Doug cuts and places in a vase. The camera fails to show the delicacy of petal and palette. I’m limited to breathing sighs of fervent gratitude and it never seems enough!

Silence on the Road

I’m looking forward to a road trip with my Dad next month. I haven’t spent much time in the car with him lately, but I imagine we’ll probably listen to music and have a few conversations, and there will be miles and miles of silence. I’m just fine with that. The older I get, the…

Sanctifying Time

I shuffle into our prayer room in the early hours, 5ish most days, to join Doug, my deacon husband, in praying The Office of Readings and Lauds. He’s lucid even before his black coffee and quietly prepares me a cup with plenty of cream. We both accept that I will not be clear-headed for awhile….

Desert Blooms and Sneezes

The desert is blooming right now. One neighbor has a cactus with blooms I’ve never seen before. Doug has coaxed blooms from at least nine different kinds of roses in our backyard. But, plentiful oleander and palo verde blossoms in our neighborhood make my nose run and my eyes itch. I sneeze and sneeze and…

Laws and Love

Every day I work in the hope that families may come to experience¬† God’s commands not as harsh rules that limit their freedom and make them feel more guilty, but as a Father’s tender care for his beloved children. If only they could understand that all the commandments are gifts given for their flourishing and…

Swimming in Grace

It’s the phrase I resort to when trying to describe what life has been like since becoming Catholic more than 20 years ago. It’s still new and fresh, and I am kept afloat by an effort not my own. That’s why I say I’m swimming in grace. ¬†The evening we were received into the Church,…

Alleluia Weather

It felt good to run along the canal again yesterday after more than two weeks of recovery from sickness and injury. April in Phoenix brings Alleluia weather. I step outside and am comfortable in the shade, but if a slight breeze cools me too much, I step into the sun; then if the sun warms…

Rejoice . . . always.

I’ve learned so much from our daughter about choosing JOY!Today, which happens to be our daughter’s birthday, has been exceptionally good. I woke up just before the alarm sounded, my husband and I had an unrushed prayer time together, my boss came into my office to tell me my administrative assistant and I are both…