Postcard from Lebanon, last May Day

If we heaped together all the love that mothers have for their children, all the love of husbands and wives, all the love of all the angels and saints, it could never equal Mary’s love for even a single soul. — Saint Alphonsus Liguori (Our Lady of Lebanon, Harissa, where I was amid throngs of…

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Postcard from Spring

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food, and medicine for the soul. ~ Botanist Luther Burbank (A California wildflower moment, to remind those of us living in places where spring still seems far off that yes, she’s on her way, bearing flowers for our souls.)

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Postcard from San Francisco

When you part from your friend, you grieve not. For that which you love in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is cleaner from the plain. ~ Kahlil Gibran (San Francisco, glorious even in your shades of gray. That which I love in you is clear in your absence,…

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Postcard from Down South

Blessed is the servant who loves his brother as much when he is sick and useless as when he is well and can be of service to him. And blessed is he who loves his brother as well when he is afar off as when he is by his side, and who would say nothing…

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Postcard from Up North

Horses change lives…they provide peace and tranquility to troubled souls; they give us hope.~ Toni Robinson (Winter horses at Boyne Highlands. I think they, like us, are hoping for the elusive spring thaw, soon.)

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Postcard from Up North

We too are called to withdraw at certain intervals into deeper silence and aloneness with God. We cannot find God in noise or agitation. ~Mother Teresa (A solitary winter walk on the Bluff. I too have had my version of silence this week…technology glitches kept things quiet over here. Turns out the aloneness was a…

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A Valentine Postcard for You

We can only be said to be most alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~ Thornton Wilder (Swan song in the evening on Little Traverse Bay. My heart is conscious of you this Valentine’s Day, dear and gentle readers! I am so grateful for each and every one of you,…

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Postcard from Up North

A man’s errors are his portals of discovery. ~ James Joyce (Born Feb. 2) (Michigan pine forest in February snow, at Wolverine; a good month for exploring portals.)

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Postcard from Up North

They were dancing around the fountain, arm in arm in an old Dutch dance, their cheeks touching, their hands entwined. They had no music; they hummed. And there was no reason for them to be dancing that Peter Lake could see, except that it was an exceptionally beautiful night. ~ Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale (Winter’s…

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