When we encounter good people, we feel we see God. When we experience goodness from other people: sympathy, respect, giving hope, we normally say: “Oh, it’s God’s blessing.”

Happy New Year!

Thursday, January 7, 2021 Written by

2020 is now in the history books and we welcome 2021.  Tradition has it that one makes resolutions for the new year.  Well, to be honest, I have never really put too much into such.  Usually during the time between Christmas and New Years I ponder things and attempt to develop some form of a resolution for the new year, but with the usual family gatherings and activities that take place in that time period of Christmas and New Years I usually don’t have the opportunity to put too much time and/or effort into the resolution development.  It usually is a brief amount of reflection and some quick thoughts about possible resolution items and that is pretty much as far as it gets.   This year was different though.  The time between Christmas and New Years allowed for ample reflection time…maybe too much reflection time.

Oh Joy, More Toys!

Friday, December 18, 2020 Written by

Well its been a tad mad around here! The vibe of the office is a bit like 7 exhausted people trying their best to fit a 10’ by 10’ jigsaw puzzle into a 1” by 1” space with a bunch of monkeys stealing all the edge pieces.  Additionally, I am the mother of 6 - 3 of whom have birthdays in December… As you can imagine, I return home every evening and find myself trying to find ways of relaxing that DON’T include consuming an entire bottle of wine EVERY night.

It's been quite a year.

Wednesday, December 9, 2020 Written by

Like the rest of the population, our parish has been living with the realities of Covid since mid-March, when public activities were first suspended. As a facility where people traditionally gather together, this has affected every single aspect of what we do.

Behind the Streams

Thursday, December 3, 2020 Written by

Ah, good ol’ March of 2020. We innocently still thought we would be celebrating Easter together. Ha!

As our lives changed in our attempts to (rather successfully at first) slow the spread of the virus, one shift that quickly took place was offering a live stream of some of our celebrations. Here’s a little behind-the-scenes of that experience.

Going Home

Thursday, November 19, 2020 Written by

It’s sold!  A couple of weeks ago my sister called to inform us our childhood home had been sold. My mom, after becoming a widow, remained in the house just prior to her passing in the fall of 2018 at the age of 95. Another one of my sisters moved in the house and lived there until early this year. It was then decided that the house would be put on the market. I grew up in the Mayfair area in one of the cul de sacs affectionately known as ‘horseshoes’ just off Idywyld Drive.

The other day amongst my emails there was one from a company that usually sends out an article giving some information on this or that.  This time no long article, just a few lines stating that 2020 has been an overwhelming year for many with Covid, all kinds of elections, and things going on in the world.  It stated that everyone is tired and on edge.  So instead of adding to the noise...

Recovering Together

Thursday, November 5, 2020 Written by

I admit. 2020 hasn’t been the best year for many of us.

From hurricanes to explosions, war to disease, continued ecological fallout to social inequality and lots more, it can feel hard to touch all the bases for what new tragedy 2020 has brought us. A quick jaunt into traditional and social media leads to an even longer list of people to blame. It’s the <insert name here>’s fault, we better make them pay! We better get our fair share!

Holy Moses, I am tired! I mean its understandable. One child will drain you, six will have you flat on the floor, gasping for breath, and begging for mercy as they joyously bound and carry on all over the place. Feeling tired always reminds me of my dad. He worked as a telephone installer in rural Pennsylvania. I remember him coming home from work every evening, sitting down to a perfectly timed and hot supper, and as we said grace he would begin with his hands folded and his head bowed...

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