The candleholder casts a beautiful blue light in the immediate space around my room. I feel calm and at peace when I pray by the softness of such comforting light. At times – when I sense heaviness upon my soul and heart, as I have many times this year – I leave my little candle…
‘True North’ Course Review
In July this year I completed an eight-day online Ignatian Retreat during one of my city’s Covid-19 lockdowns (we’ve had four challenging stages – still in stage four…). It was a beautiful retreat and a blessing for me during a time of personal struggle since the ‘pandemic’ began in March 2020. I was (and still…
Wounded in a Dark Wood
Did you know that 2020 marks the seven hundredth anniversary of the completion of Dante’s Divine Comedy? How apt. This post was not going to be about that, but I stumbled across this fact as I was searching for a metaphor about being ‘wounded’. Lost in a dark wood? Bingo. Little did I know in…
Grace in the Wilderness
It seems that I am constantly hunting… For books in my bookshelf,Ways to play the piano better,Improving my singing technique,Tips about contemplation… Or something else. Sometimes I am picking up where I left off, starting something new then putting it down again, or seeking ways which will satisfy my longing for connection, love, and peace….
Don’t Hold Back
I was speaking with someone about the Catholic Church’s various responses to the Coronavirus pandemic in my country and city, insofar as some parishes are doing much better than others. The person said that it was as if some in the Church are holding their breaths. A few are actively reaching out, going to great…
Magdalene
Tears, flowing,Love, growing,For something more.
Taking ownership of our pain
Dear MuSinGer readers, This post below over at https://under-reconstruction.com/ moved me. Take some time to read it and other posts over there, in addition to my own posts below. I hope you benefit from other wonderful writers out there as much as I do. God bless.
Prayer for Humility and 2020 Vision
Heavenly Father. For those who are fortunate,To soak up the sun,Walk the streets,Lay on green grasses,See a friend,And visit family,Once more,Gratitude abounds. As we emerge from our stupor,Slowly,With red-rimmed eyes,From so much crying,Or fragmented hearts,And minds,Thinking, reflecting,And reaching out for You. Teach us,To hold onto any humility,You may have gifted us,In this time of woe,And…
The MuSinGer 