February 28, 2013
February 27, 2013
Happy almost March. Next year we will have 29 days in February. This year we will have an early Easter. This winter has been something else. Snow, cold and wind. Well, what do you expect? It’s winter after all.
So the pope emeritus will continue to be addressed as Your Holiness. Even though he will wear brown shoes. I wonder whether he realizes what it will mean to be retired after such a long active life. When you see the crowds and hear them, you know there is something emotional and mysterious in that bond. He looks so vulnerable and fragile; he was certainly right to resign. The world goes on, doesn’t it? Human life is so fleeting.
I do not envy the next incumbent.
Mary’s Centering Prayer Group is here for the third time this year—or a third group is here, not the same one three times. What dedicated people. And Pam is home from the Regional Meeting to which she was a delegate. Vicki has more to do before she gets home. They tell us the meeting was packed, but very good.
And we think about spring. It will come. It will come. Even though we do not get green grass until July.
Father Matthew will be here on the 19th—the Solemnity of St Joseph. We will not be going to St Rita’s in Vail, as we have done o that special day, since he will celebrate Mass with us at 5:00. Then we will have his cheerful presence until the 15th of April. Spencer is very generous to let him come, since he is such a monumental asset to them.
We are having a book of Bill Bryson’s in the refectory—the one about the Appalachian Trail. Stories of journey are so archetypal. They are human life condensed. Next up is Ishi, the Last of the California Indians. Smithsonian this month is featuring the lost tribes of the Amazon. On the other side of this life, we will have a great gift of encounter. Imagine walking into the interior of the infinite mystery who knows all of everything from its inmost heart.