We begin praying the O Antiphons today through December 23. Some of us pray in words. Some of us pray as our eyes take in beauty and goodness. Sister Joan and Sister Ansgar use both images and words to pray in their book Praying the Advent Names of God. Check out Sister Ansgar’s article publishedContinue reading “Praying the Advent Names of God”
From childhood on, we have relied on Advent to bring us closer to God. This year Good Ground Press features Sister Ansgar’s Advent art in a 20-page prayer book. Click here to read the sample pages. Advent Names of God is only $10.00, plus $4.00 shipping for orders of 1-10. Call 800-232-5533 to place your order, or order on ourContinue reading “Pray the Advent Names of God”
Summer is about taking time to garden, to read, to sit on the porch, to visit. We will send you a poem now and again this summer that might help you find a place to be peaceful. The one here is from Hafiz, the most beloved poet of Persia who lived over 600 years ago.Continue reading “Summer Refreshment”
Make December brighter, more prayerful with the Advent Names of God. Seven images and prayers rooted in Israel’s longings for a messiah, reimagined in our evolving cosmos today. Only $10! Read sample pages and order online at https://goodgroundpress.com/product/advent-names-of-god/.
This poem was first sent to me by a dear friend, Mary Gormley Frenza. For years, we sent it to each other every autumn. This year it goes to all of you. May the harmony of leaf and flower be your companion today. APOLOGY TO MY NEIGHBORS IN AUTUMN In these still days far lovelierContinue reading “Friday Autumn Poem”
The Summer Day by Mary Oliver Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean–the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–who is gazingContinue reading “The Summer day”
High Sierra Moment The Toheemeanders a meadowhome in its grassesto purple perstemmen,blue lupin, orange puccoon,yellow-eyed daisies mirrors at its wide bendgray granite mountains,tamed by distancebut exacting rigorfor every step higherevery broader view I watchthe mountain water flow—so incredibly clear,lucid almost,as consciousas purpose grasped,as transparentas every brown, beige, taupe, copper, ivorypebble in its deep andslip silentlyinexorablyContinue reading “High Sierra Moment”