Today I was thinking about how Jesus must have been so lonely at times. Profoundly so in the garden before his Passion. But also in the smaller ways we might daily feel ourselves. Lonely in a crowd. And because "His way is to take men's ways.." He probably felt loneliness "to perfection" in his human nature. He is so one with us and yet so other. His intellect so quick and refined having to daily and patiently explain things slowly to his disciples, His exquisite love of beauty and order having to live among a rag tag group of fishermen with coarse language and habits and still in truth and goodness call them His friends. Being the Creator and the Human. Knowing fully His creation and how the whole thing fits together, and how salvation was to unfold...and having to listen to the scribes and Pharisees read it all wrong and challenge him at every step. He must have sighed a lot. Yes, profound loneliness. It is good to remember this when we feel lost in a crowd, when we have no one to talk to about poetry, philosophy, or music. When we sometimes feel like we are at an outpost far from the true, the good, and the beautiful. He knows this well. Far better than we do. Knowing that He fully understands this makes human loneliness...less lonely because we share it with the God made Man.
Thursday, March 22, 2018
I got my old stand by and tried a new tea this time. Tea. Always a treat.
"Tea does the fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which
the head invade,
And keeps that palace of the Soul
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Yesterday we read my favorite Gospel reading at Mass. The paralyzed man by the pool. Thirty eight years! Waiting for help for thirty eight years. It used to make me tear up when I was a little kid and I heard this reading. Especially when he says, "Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; while I am on my way, someone else gets down there before me." I pictured a mad rush of self centered people jostling to get to the pool first. And this poor man being crushed in the fray.
But two things stood out to me yesterday. Jesus knew he had been ill a long time, and He also knew the man's sufferings had been ignored by everyone else. His suffering was willfully invisible to everyone except Jesus. And cured he was. Just like that. Talk about a life lesson in not "putting your faith in man, but in God".
Jesus's help is always like that. We have all experienced it at one time or another. Without fanfare, without rush, quietly, unobtrusively, not expecting return on His investment....."for Jesus had slipped away, since there was a crowd there." There is just so much peace with Jesus. Straightforward peace. He gives freely to the humbled soul. The long waiting soul. One on one in the secret of our heart and His. Privately. The soul "whose spirit is crushed, He will save." Blessed be God forever.
Sunday, March 18, 2018
There are perks to being semi-empty nesters. Like discovering that Saturday evening all the kids are scattered here and there and you look at each other and say, "Let's go out!" We are lucky to live in the heart of a city. We just drive down a street named Grand Avenue and find a whole plethora of tasty decisions to make.
Tonight we opted for a small but wonderful Turkish restaurant named Sheesh.
It was filled with colorful lights, copper dishes, cushions, and the most amazing food. Lamb mixed with pistachios, Baba Ganoush, Moussakah, the smell of mint, parsley, and light flatbread.
The coffee at the end was a treat both in beautiful copper cups and sweet/strong thick goodness within.
If Empty nesting is inevitable, this is a great way to ease into it!!
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Had a wonderful morning walking the Botanical gardens and watching it get ready for spring. Pruning, planting, digging. Robins basking in the sun.
Then I meandered into the Mediterranean House and dreamed of Italian Villas in the sun. This particular house
is definitely my happy place.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Ah, the 60 degree reprieve!! Winter weather on hold for a day. We took to the woods and found the beauty of a world at rest. January brings nothing new, nothing to awe, nothing to make a great splash of color. It just sits and rests awhile. There are a few reminders of summer hanging on the branches - but all is a beautiful brown that varies in the winter light. Some stout hearted moss still grows here and there because a little hope is always a good thing. But for the most part, rest. Just rest for the senses, the mind, the heart. January gets forgotten sometimes as a way to someplace else. But taken in itself, as it is, it is the month of rest. I felt it today and stayed awhile.