Beverly Anne LoGrasso, a member of the Cleveland Ursuline Sisters since 1965, has served in education, administration and prison ministry to women. An article on her experience in prison ministry was published in the National Catholic Reporter.
Leave the freeway and drive through urban neighborhoods as a spiritual traveler. That allows you to see more clearly the stark, but hidden realities, of poverty and racism that remain out of sight and out of mind when we speed along, avoiding city driving.
As a graduate of 16 years of Catholic education, I was very clearly schooled in the Catholic moral code of right and wrong. But I keep finding that I still have a lot to learn.
At a recent visit to a botanical garden I saw two trees that are a living witness to me of my need for a deeper awakening to the cycles of life and my awe at a very inscrutable process: the co-dependent evolution of life and death which is in me, my church, my country and my world.
Congregational meetings about aging. Loss of loved ones. My 70th birthday. The U.S. political climate. All of these have focused me on the spirituality of loss. "Who am I now? Who are we now?" I ask. While I search for meaning as American women religious close ministerial institutions and motherhouses, everyday images unexpectedly grab me.