Welp, I am back from my Honduran adventure--more on that later (travel tip: do not ever, under any circumstances, enter the U.S. through customs at the Miami International Airport--why with a 2 1/2 hour layover I barely had time to grab a venti Starbucks and reach my seat before takeoff and at that I ceded my Group 2 boarding!)
And today I'm off to Santa Maria on the Central Coast, to participate in the blessing of the new house of hospitality/free clinic of the Guadalupe Catholic Worker.
Meanwhile, this week's arts and culture piece is on a dear friend of mine from Spencer, West Virginia: Jeanne McNulty, Order of the Consecrated Virgins.
Here's how the piece begins:
The Holy Father has decreed 2015 the Year of Consecrated Life. That gives me a chance to write about a woman who has helped to shape and sustain my own prayer life.
For 39 years, Jeanne McNulty has lived in a “holler” (hollow) in Spencer, West Virginia: praying, embracing a simple lifestyle, gardening, gathering firewood and reaching out to folks in her rural county by nursing the sick in their homes.
There are small hermitages in the woods there where, for a small donation, folks, including me, have come to spend time in deep solitude, take long walks, or sit quietly in the straw bale chapel which houses the Blessed Sacrament.
Jeanne is a member of the Order of Consecrated Virgins (Canon 604) and a secular Franciscan.
Born in Pittsburgh, she was raised a cradle Catholic. She underwent a faith crisis in her last years of high school. “I wasn’t at peace within myself. The only thing I knew was to sit still for long hours before the Blessed Sacrament. There a great calm spread over me. I really felt the presence of Christ, who seemed to say in my inmost depths, ‘I want you.’”
In my case, thank God SOMEONE does.
READ THE WHOLE PIECE HERE.
|I ALSO CONTINUE TO BE DAZZLED BY THE AFTERNOON LIGHT|
IN THE HILLS OF ECHO PARK.
THIS IS AN "ORDINARY" TREE WITH GREEN LEAVES
THAT APPEARS TO BE GILDED!