I feel like a kid who has to stay in school as the last of the beautiful Indian summer passes by outdoors.
The grey chill is in the air, knowing that the start of a long slog is ahead.
I'm going to the 125th anniversary of the establishment of my school. My daughter's going with me. It was a place of recognition for me, a prison for her. Now we both have pride that we went.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
New Sisters may be logging on soon
Oh I'm so excited. Three new sisters have been invited to join us. I do hope they call themselves, Sister PeaceInYourPants, Sister Kuan Yin, and Sister of the Holy KoolAid -- do you recognize yourselves Sisters.
What think you Sister Most Holy Bede?
Sister Maggie
What think you Sister Most Holy Bede?
Sister Maggie
Thursday, January 20, 2005
First Confession
Oh dear Sisters, is this a mortal sin? I confess to trying to log in using Sister Bede's password and it wouldn't let me! How does it know? Is Blog really God? oh dear, is that another sin, being blasphemous? Do I get extra credit for spelling it correctly? Is Sister Bede culpable for divulging her password to me and thereby creating a near occasion of sin? I was only trying to see if I could do it, do my good intentions count for anything?
Sister Maggie
PS What's my penance?
Sister Maggie
PS What's my penance?
Another Day!
Oh Jesus through the Immaculate Heart of Mary, .... today's intention -- that we get a rhythm to our postings! remember "Natural ryhthm is the only sanctioned (Made Holy!) method of birth control Catholics could practice?
Sister Maggie
Sister Maggie
Sister Maggie's Red Sweater
Wearing my red $185 Irish sweater today, not an Aran fisherman sweater, as Sister Bede's mother knit for her entire family (that means 9 sweaters in different sizes!)No, my sweater is deep red, my favorite color, with a Irish cottage knit into the design, it's so pretty and I never wear it because it's so warm, but it is FREEZING here on Orcas Island, and I'm coming to Seattle tomorrow for a retreat with the other Sisters of the Holy Blog, and I hope it doesn't get any colder -- after all temperance is a virtue!Sister Maggie
Sister Bede's Frustration with Flogging -- I mean Blogging!
Dear, dear, Sister Maggie. I'm having such a difficult time with this. What's the difference between your Holy Mystery comment & your Irish Sweater comment? I'm so confused but at least I'm finally in! I wonder how old you were at your 1st baptism? I, of course, went to many baptisms being the 2nd of nine &, of course, never stepped foot in a church of a pre Vatican Council unacceptable denomination since all my family is (& ever was) Catholic. How mysterious you must have found it & life. I always felt that being Catholic was like voodoo or some such. Kinda like step-on-a-crack-and-break-your-mothers-back. As long as you followed the rules, confessed your sins, said a Haily Mary & an act of contrition, you'd go to heaven. Not to mention avoid impure thoughts, something I've been a total failure at. But, what of Irish Sweaters? Of course, I grew up wearing them. Mom ordered her yarn from Ireland because they didn't strip out all the lanolin that was natural like American yard sellers did & so the sweaters were water resistant - you know, in case we fell into the sea or something. Mom would ask us to hold the skeins of yarn or roll them into balls & I remember having soft hands because of it - the lanolin again.Well, back to work! Bless you, Sr. Bede
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
The Holy Mystery of it All
I think the first Baptism I ever went to was an ((Episcopal)) Baptism that my mom said to keep quiet about and I thought Why? because it was in dark, dank old St Mark's Cathedral ((Episcopal)) but it was because my aunt and uncle weren't Catholic! and how could they not be Catholic if they were my aunt and uncle, and why was it suddenly shameful.
The first mystery
The first mystery
Monday, January 10, 2005
Capitol Hill Click - The Beginning
Hi m'friends
This is the beginning of a collaborative effort to retell the glories, or the drearies, of yesteryear. Who knows where it will lead?
Do you have memories of parochial school during the 50's? Do you remember those days as "benign neglect" where we were free to roam during the day, once we'd done our "chores" which varied from doing the dishes to minding the baby?
Do you remember being"poor" like everybody else and being hungry but not starving?
Do you remember worrying about The Bomb and mortal sin? When you really could be devastated by someone who was "holier than thou?" Holy being the operative word, not wealthier or mightier or prettier?
Blog along with me, and let's see how funny this can get
Sister Maggie
This is the beginning of a collaborative effort to retell the glories, or the drearies, of yesteryear. Who knows where it will lead?
Do you have memories of parochial school during the 50's? Do you remember those days as "benign neglect" where we were free to roam during the day, once we'd done our "chores" which varied from doing the dishes to minding the baby?
Do you remember being"poor" like everybody else and being hungry but not starving?
Do you remember worrying about The Bomb and mortal sin? When you really could be devastated by someone who was "holier than thou?" Holy being the operative word, not wealthier or mightier or prettier?
Blog along with me, and let's see how funny this can get
Sister Maggie
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