It’s a plain day in a plain week, Not much happening. I hear the birds, They talk. I must get the laundry done.* *this is a tribute to the generations of housewives who took loving care of their husbands and children without fanfare and drama. May the art of housewifery be returned to the honorable place it once held…
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Colors and Rainbows
“We have all read in scientific books, and, indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand…
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Babies and The Stork
~As there is currently much talk in the United States about the rights (or lack thereof) of unborn children, I am taking another break from our reading of St. Alphonsus to urge us to remember the beauty of first things; in particular, the beauty of children and the gift that they are from Almighty God. Perhaps we need to go…
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In October
~by Gilbert K. Chesterton (b. 1874- d. 1936) Where are they gone that did delight in honour Abrupt and absolute as an epic ends, What light of the Last Things, like death at morning, Crowns the true lovers and the tragic friends? Young priests with eager faces bright as eagles, Poor scholars of the harp-string, strict and strong, All the…
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The Birthday of Our Lady
“This day was born the glorious Virgin Mary, a child of the seed of Abraham, a daughter of the tribe of Judah, a princess of the lineage of David.” ~from the morning devotion for September 8, 2021, source On September the eighth, the Roman Catholic Church celebrates the birthday of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Can you imagine the joy…
