Reflections

      To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic.

To me the sea is a continual miracle, the fishes that swim — the rocks — the motion of the waves — the ships, with men in them — what stranger miracles are there?

Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere; Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within.

Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life.

Drinking our cup is not simply adapting ourselves to a bad situation and trying to use it as well as we can.

Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.

Sister Pat Farrell, Jan. 7, 2019
When before the beauty of a sunset or a mountain, you pause and exclaim, “Ah,” you are participating in divinity. Joseph Campbell, Ancient Hindu Text

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.