Purple wisdom on a Saturday.
The universe heard the beating of a heart starting to wallow in grief. Classic Sr. Fids, I sent her a message saying “I miss you.” She went straight to the point and said, “I have free time, let’s meet up!” The heart didn’t get a chance to get mad at the world. The heart beat for a chance to be surrounded by goodness… in brilliant violet no less!
Yesterday, I was daydreaming about meeting up with her at Casa Santa and eventually getting invited to having lunch with them. Presumptuous, I know. But it did happen. And my heart sang the hills are alive, even though a bit out of tune.
I’ve been asked why I spend time with them. Well, why not? There’s reality and there’s spiritual reality. Our lives are composed of these two, though we may sometimes choose to deal with them separately. How we are as spiritual beings echo through our material existence and our treatment of those around us. I like spending time with them. It heals the soul. They are always a breath of fresh air from the realness of reality.
Oh, my heart didn’t just sing the hills are alive. It also did a bit of awkward dancing upon learning that Sr. Marge has been proudly showing off the Ojo I gave her! Well not really “showing it off.” Ahhhhhhh! They’re more like our second mothers, so many of them. I guess somehow each of them presents to us the many faces of Mutti. Thank you. Even by that simple fact, it makes me want to spend more saturday lunches with you.
These words from Sr. Rose Peter, uttered in a voice full of heart and saddened by years of on and off grief, gave voice to the heart of this child: My Dad passed away when I was nine. I miss him.