Not So Simply Mary

  Making the commitment to write this weekly blog in many ways seemed like an easy task.  The process of letters forming words which become paragraphs has always thrilled me.    Yet the discipline to actually do the work surprised me.   I seem to lack the motivation for stopping the duties I had undertaken to write.  My thoughts move in so many directions that actually carving out a set time and space to do writing became more difficult than I realized it would be.   Still I persevered.    This second experimental blog post was well underway when the busyness of my life was thrown out of focus by the news of my friend entering hospice and within days passing from this life.   It seemed that a haze came over me.   Even though Russ had been facing decades of health concerns and was noticeably declining in strength, my friend’s death came as a shock. This week, I was going to continue writing about “Cleaning My House” but instead,...

A program offered at Saint John the Evangelist Church entitled “Called and Gifted” encourages participants to undertake an experiment to “test” a charism which God may have given them.   As my facilitator and I discerned the gift I seem to have received in writing, the option of creating a blog was suggested. Deciding what to write about seemed like a daunting task. The course of my life’s journey offers an abundance of topics from which to choose.   However,  for the last year or so, I have been hearing God calling me to “clean my house”.   This “cleaning” is not just the typical vacuuming, scrubbing, dusting sort of cleaning, but the sorting through years of life’s accumulations to decide what are the “things” I want to continue to have in my home. By nature, I am a “keeper of memories” and have an innate appreciation for history.   I am inspired by items surrounding me, yet long for an order and organization of material possessions.  ...