I realized while on sabbatical that I had lost my true, in-my-core sense of self. When I was asked who I was, I would answer Oh, I'm a singer, or I'm a caregiver, or I'm an abuse victim. I had forgotten entirely that, first and foremost, my identity is I'm a beloved daughter of God.
Though I am not a mother in a physical sense, my mother makes me think that there is an enormous motherhood embedded in the universe. Just as a child is delighted looking at its mother's face, the entire creation gives great delight to anyone looking at it.
Alice McDermott's latest novel describes the life of Annie, an Irish-Catholic widow, and her daughter, Sally, who are taken in by an order of religious sisters in early 20th-century Brooklyn, New York.
As members of a contemplative community people often ask us, "What is contemplative prayer?" They say things like, "I have tried doing centering prayer, but it's not for me." Perhaps it will be helpful if I tell you about the practice I do.
GSR Today - Kansas City's annual Blisters for Sisters celebrates sisters and raises a little money for the Serra Club. From the 174 sisters in attendance at this year's walk/run and more, I encountered sisters from around the world — a microcosm of religious life today.
Little Sisters of St. Thérèse of the Child Jesus work in the areas of health, agriculture and education, serving those who live in rural Haiti. The sisters help residents deal with drought, fallout from climate extremes like hurricanes, the effects of climate change, illness and the need for clean water. The sisters carry on their mission with a sense of enduring hope.
See for Yourself - "Where is everybody going?" One cruise. Two vacations. Two retiree trips. One trip home. I looked out the window imploringly, wishing by now we were already at the terminal. Should I make up something exotic?
Kon Tum City, Vietnam - The Filles de la Médaille Miraculeuse congregation, which recently celebrated its 70th anniversary, has 153 sisters from eight indigenous groups who work in 32 communities in the provinces of Kon Tum and Gia Lai. Three ya, a Bana ethnic word meaning "sister," shared with Global Sisters Report their stories about their vocations, work and the choice to live with the order.
I cannot open the jar of homemade dill pickles, nor can I eat them. And Loretta Zielinski made good pickles. Common sense told me to get rid of them, but my heart told me they stayed right where they were in the back of my fridge. Those pickles were a big part of my mother.
"The daughter of a tigress can only be a tigress." During the first week of visiting home, I didn't tell my mum about my problems. In the second week, I told her I was on holiday! Then, early one morning, she woke me up and asked me what I was still doing in the village after three weeks.
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