Shakespeare’s comedies are near tragedies. The mix-ups and disguises, the twists of language, the intricate plot bring the audience to the brink of tragedy; however, something happens in the last act that changes course, and we receive that “happy-ever-after” feeling. The near tragedy becomes a comedy, often shown in an

“Seeing how God works in nature can help us understand how He works in our lives,” Janette Oke claims. Surrounded by 95 acres of woods, lake and meadow I live up close and personal to nature. Sometimes nature is slow, like a long cold spring when summer weather is hardly

I like tables. I like to do my paper work on a table, spreading out an array of paper, pens, markers, and a cup of coffee. I like kitchen tables with their feeling of at-home-ness. One of my favorite times of the day is to sit down at the dining

Genes, chromosomes, DNA, everything that makes me Me is mystifying and truly awesome. Out of the millions of possibilities, God made Me. But God didn’t step back to admire the creation. Instead God became part of my every cell–not in a pantheistic way, but in they way of Scripture: “In

Every saint is a facet of the Diamond who is God. And every saint who has founded a religious congregation has given that facet to his or her followers. We call that facet a charism, meaning a gift to the world. A charism is the way a particular person or

An angel is pure intelligence, but we limited intelligences try to cramp an angel into a semi-material being with wings. The part of me closest to angelic is my spirit, my mind. We humans are evolving into a new dimension when our spirits will become more “who we are” than

When I get an idea, I tend to tell myself like the nursery rhyme character holding up a plum, “Oh, what a good girl am I!” Then I check myself: Wait a minute. Those good ideas come from God. God put that good idea into my head. God put that

In her book Dakota Kathleen Norris describes an antelope whose neck is “like a message in unbreakable code.” Autumn night skies also possess a message in unbreakable code. In pre-dawn I walk across the road toward the mailbox, my head tilted back, my feet knowing the way by memory. The

A curved line on the edge of the lake attracted my attention. It was the neck of a heron. The bird stood stock-still, a dark line painted against the water. Its livelihood depended upon silence, but was its heart pounding in its ears with stirring hope for a tasty fish?

September 15 is traditionally the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows in the Catholic liturgical calendar. Sunday takes precedence this year, but I got to musing about Mary remembered under this title while praying for our three Sisters who take this feast of Mary as their name day. The other