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Here and Now

Everywhere is here and every when is now.– Dante Alighieri This month Santa Sabina Center’s online retreat is “Finding Our Way through the Dark Woods: A Retreat with Dante’s Divine Comedy,” with Kayleen Asbo. So this month’s quotes are from the writings of Dante. To… Continue Reading “Here and Now”

Wednesday of Hope – A Road in the Country

Hope is like a road in the country: there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence. – Lin Yutang

We Celebrate Pentecost

Fire of the Holy Spirit, life of the life of every creature, holy are you in giving life to forms. Rivers spring forth from the waters; earth wears her green vigor. – Hildegard of Bingen

Leaving All Behind for a Better Hope

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind. – C.S. Lewis

No Room for Death

There is not room for death Nor atom that his might would render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath And what Thou art may never be destroyed. – Emily Bronte

Rest Silently in Resurrection

Those who do not know there is another life after this one, or who cannot bring themselves to live in time as if they were meant to spend their eternity in God, resist the fruitful silence of their own being by continual noise. Even… Continue Reading “Rest Silently in Resurrection”

On St. Patrick’s Day – an Irish Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow… Continue Reading “On St. Patrick’s Day – an Irish Blessing”

From the Wonderful John O’Donohue

I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. John O’Donohue, “Fluent” from Conamara Blues

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were. ― Marcel Proust

Thoughts on Hope – 12

Prayer is hope’s breathing. When we stop praying, we stop hoping. – Pedro Casaldaliga