Good Morning Digital Neighbors & Friends! Lent is rapidly approaching and my visits among your on the inter-webs will be far less frequent. Lent will pass quickly enough and new normals will be in place for daily habits, some will last and other will revert back to easier and sadly less disciplined paths of living. Time will tell.
I enjoyed the thoughts from John O'Donohue so a few more visits with him before my departure seems beneficial. I like the way he frames his thoughts about life, it is a great outlook to adopt if you don't possess it already. It can free us into a natural courage that casts out fear and opens up our lives to become voyages of discovery, creativity, and compassion. All that flows from the act of trust in another person. A stranger becomes a friend, a gathering becomes a community, divergent paths can become one for a common goal, purpose or cause. Trust is so sacred, when it is shared is a moment of profound gratitude and grace, when it is violated it is among life's greatest pains and sorrows.
We all need someone to trust, maybe not many, but a few people at least to help us in our pilgrimage of life. Without a few trusting companions, I suspect many and most of us turn into people incapable of receiving or giving trust and will face a great loneliness that no other creature can know. Then loneliness is often the doorway to depression, distorted internal dialogue, the magnification of darker elements within our heart that can become a terrible prison.
When trust is present in life, loneliness is often kept at bay, trust is a light against that darkness, and our aloneness can become solitude rather than loneliness. Solitude is a place of discovery, of self, the world, of relationships. Solitude is a place of aloneness and yet connectedness, loneliness is a place of isolation, disconnection even and often in a crowd of people. Solitude knows its face, loneliness has no face. Both require an awareness of being alone, but they bear such different fruit. Trust, in someone, is the subtle little difference that is all the difference. Well, that is my 2 cents - John O' Donohue has better stuff to share, I was but the appetizer.
Though we know one another’s names and recognize one another’s faces, we never know what destiny shapes each life. The script of individual destiny is secret; it is hidden behind and beneath the sequence of happenings that is continually unfolding for us. Each life is a mystery that is never finally available to the mind’s light or questions. That we are here is a huge affirmation; somehow life needed us and wanted us to be. To sense and trust this primeval acceptance can open a vast spring of trust within the heart. It can free us into a natural courage that casts out fear and opens up our lives to become voyages of discovery, creativity, and compassion. No threshold need be a threat, but rather an invitation and a promise. Whatever comes, the great sacrament of life will remain faithful to us, blessing us always with visible signs of invisible grace. We merely need to trust.
To Bless the Space Between Us John O'Donohue
The Carpathians in Poland
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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Happy Friday, Digital Neighbors!! Slept in a little this morning. Woke up at my ordinary time, hit the hour timer, and wandered back into short, incoherent dreamland. It was a good hour to try and get a little more rest after a long day yesterday. We had a good staff team-building day with personal prayer and then looking at the DISC tool as a way to appreciate our gifts as we work together for the good of our parish family.
Had a meeting in the evening to explore using our auditorium for an Emergency Overnight Shelter in the winter for the homeless and unhoused in our local area. Lots of potential, lots of work if that is to come to fruition. As I mentioned last night, this is where the rubber hits the road on personal charity. People feel comfortable giving money to support charities, but the possibility of hosting and staffing one is way out of the comfort zone for most. Prayer and time will tell.
Off to some “ifferisms” for your Friday cup of Joe.
If you get gloomy, just take an ...

Said the Disciple to the Lover, “Sir, before I left the world I heard certain men who were held in high esteem and thought to know the will of the Beloved say that those who loved the Beautiful did not love the Beloved but loved idols, yet in the Garden of the Beloved we are ever striving to create beauty for the pleasure of the Beloved. Were they then speaking the truth?”
The Lover answered, “Those who said this had never glimpsed the form of the Beloved nor ever truly sought Him, for all beauty is but the reflection of the beauty of the Beloved, although seen very dimly as in a dark and faulty mirror, even as all goodness is a dim reflection of the goodness of the Beloved. So it is that those who love beauty and goodness recognize dimly in them the form of the Beloved and though often in ignorance those who are seeking the Beautiful and the Good are seeking after the Beloved.”