And now you remind me of my life of sin. Of Sister Mary Edwards, and her penguin suit that made me laugh on the football pitch with the other kids. Of getting kicked out of the confessional line for laughing at the person who went before me, confessing their sin "of turning in homework late". Bring on the cold, cold marble and memories of a lifelong past. Thoughts about my little boy lighting every candle in the church to remember his friends that he left behind at another school. My friend, still, after 60 years, Father Doug, now retired and happy with the people he has helped. Good thoughts and memories, all provoked by your Blog. BTW, I was on the beach in Brighton last week and I threw a stone into the water to watch the ripples and I thought of you spreading joy with your blogs. Thank you, Sagra.
Me evoca un querer vivir la espiritualidad de un modo distinto y volver al mismo punto. Rescatar una parte del pasado útil, la sabiduría y la verdad a pesar de un entorno frío, caducado, tal vez corrompido de la esencia original de la espiritualidad. El final un poco abrupto me evoca la madre como nexo e inicio de la espiritualidad. Gracias.
Woooow!!! Thank you very much for your comment.
I’ve liked the idea of the stone and the water 😉
It’s always a big pleasure to have fantastic readers like you.
And now you remind me of my life of sin. Of Sister Mary Edwards, and her penguin suit that made me laugh on the football pitch with the other kids. Of getting kicked out of the confessional line for laughing at the person who went before me, confessing their sin "of turning in homework late". Bring on the cold, cold marble and memories of a lifelong past. Thoughts about my little boy lighting every candle in the church to remember his friends that he left behind at another school. My friend, still, after 60 years, Father Doug, now retired and happy with the people he has helped. Good thoughts and memories, all provoked by your Blog. BTW, I was on the beach in Brighton last week and I threw a stone into the water to watch the ripples and I thought of you spreading joy with your blogs. Thank you, Sagra.
Me evoca un querer vivir la espiritualidad de un modo distinto y volver al mismo punto. Rescatar una parte del pasado útil, la sabiduría y la verdad a pesar de un entorno frío, caducado, tal vez corrompido de la esencia original de la espiritualidad. El final un poco abrupto me evoca la madre como nexo e inicio de la espiritualidad. Gracias.