Diving In (Moving On)

A very good friend in Toronto once wrote me, “I think that your #1 best quality is that you constantly tell yourself that you can be better and putting in effort to improve. I think that in our struggles to change, we polish ourselves like little pebbles rubbing against the vast riverbed and all the other little pebbles. And that’s you: constantly availing yourself to life, whether it’s happiness, anger, sadness, hope or disappointment…”   To live with such intensity and passion []

The Gift of Quiet

Increasingly I have found that my soul needs quiet to be well. And I have also found that quiet is a wonderful gift to offer others. When I am at peace and my spirit is quiet and still, I make this invaluable gift of quiet to others who need it, and who are blessed and restored by it.

A Letter to Mary

Dear Mary, I don’t feel like calling you ‘Mother’ today. (I like to think that you don’t mind that.) In the past, I feel that our relationship has been so stilted and formal precisely because I’ve only thought of you as ‘Mother’ and ‘Queen’. Not that those are bad things, but you know, those terms can carry a lot of baggage. I’ve been trained to think of ‘mother’ in a certain way, and certainly ‘queen’ does not feel exactly… accessible. And to []

Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross

“Lord, I receive this GIFT. I receive this new life that you have given me. My life is not mine. It is YOURS (ours). I don’t know how to live it. I keep making a mess of things. You know this better than me. But still, Lord, I offer my life in return. Messy and broken and flawed as it is and will be. I offer you not what I do, but my very self: I offer myself to be loved; to be []

Healing

It is the Lord who speaks: I am going to lure her and lead her out into the wilderness and speak to her heart. I am going to give her back her vineyards, and make the Valley of Achor a gateway of hope. There she will respond to me as she did when she was young,as she did when she came out of the land of Egypt. When that day comes – it is the Lord who speaks –she will call me, ‘My husband’, no longer will she call []

Unmasked

Here is no martyr; no heroine; no selfless lover. I am weak and thoroughly selfish. I love You not for You, but for what You give me. I love the consolations of God, not the God of consolations. These roots are deep. And yet I am grateful for this unmasking, for I am so proud and slow that each unmasking reminds me that I am truly in need of a Saviour and Redeemer.  Only when faced with my poverty do I turn []

Ruth Burrows OCD, “Before the Living God” (p.75)

In true love for our neighbour lies all the asceticism we need. Here is the way we die to self. What are disciplines, artificial practices of penance and humility compared with this relentless pursuit of love? Perfect love of the neighbour means complete death to self and the triumph of the life of Jesus in us.