New Days

Here I sit, a hermit. What's that? I don't really know. Merton said, "The hermit life is a kind of walking on water, in which one no longer can account for anything but one knows that one has not drowned and that this is to nobody’s credit but God’s …". I'm not sure if I'll even continue to try to blog as I'm concerned it may be an abandonment of my solitude...

Anyways,
I was helping care for my aunt over the last year and she passed home to the Love of the Trinity on 17 August. It's been 3 weeks as of tomorrow. Her last words, given with her very last breath were "I love you" to her family. I was there at her side, I heard it, I saw it with my own eyes. She was a woman who loved much, and now she's in the Lord's heart and with us in Him; Alive, very much alive.

I tried to start my blog some time ago, but it was too personal I thought, so here I'm trying to be a touch more... private. Deo Optimo Maximo!

It was the feast of Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta yesterday. She led me to Jesus in so many ways. It was yesterday too that two of her Sisters in India were arrested for caring for orphans. They were accused of forcibly converting children. Sr. Nirmala, head of the Order, says that suffering with Christ is the reality of the Christian life and is to be expected. Meanwhile the Sisters never have in their history coerced conversions.