I wonder how long it is that my mind will be in this space, that my refrain will be from the second part of the third verse of psalm 6, “low long, O Lord, how long?” It feels like every day is the last one I can stand. Sometimes, I ask my husband to drive me home or I sit and stare at the wall, paralyzed. Psalm 6 gives voice to my frustration. I roll my eyes and pound at my pillow, I complain and cry about this disease that leaves me dumb, disorganized, addled. But I’m asking the wrong question. Continue reading
Errant Posts
Clearly, the heat of August in Columbia has gotten to me! Many posts have jumped up on this site before I’ve finished writing them, with unfinished and undeveloped thoughts.
As writer, curator, and webmaster (and all that as a hobby!), I have gotten ahead of myself. Here’s to hoping I can manage a bit more organization and meaningfully-published pieces in the coming weeks!
Thank you for bearing with me!
An Offering in Celebration of Our Sacred Lady
an icon for today via a dear friend:
“Mother and Child” (1901) Pablo Picasso
On this morning of the Feast of Saint Mary the Virgin I offer up a painting by Pablo Picasso entitled “Mother and Child” , painted in 1901, as a way of celebrating and lifting up the special nature of the Virgin Mary, the Mother of God, the “Theotokos,” . As a naïve young lad I always found Picasso a bit “trite” and wondered what all the fuss was about. However, as I have aged and been guided by some very knowledgeable friends, and one of my priests and artist son-in law in particular, I have come to see the deep symbolism in his work as possessing great religious connotation. This painting comes from what is referred to as Picasso’s “blue period”. During this period the artist rendered everything in blue. In a way this painting is reminiscent of the baroque period artists who used blue…
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Quotation of the day
Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in a lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love.
Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore we must be saved by faith.
– Reinhold Niebuhr
My Conversion Story
Last week when I was in St. Paul, I visited the room where I was born. Continue reading


