HOLY SILENCE

My life is a Synergy of divine call and Human response That can Only be called an "Elegy and Eulogy" It is a wonder, really. Not me, of course, But this life I have been given And the life I am making of The life I was given. Mourning and rejoicing. It's true. My physical reality My emotions My intellectual pursuits My relationships and Most of all My spirituality. All of it is a study in Love and prayers. Sin, too. Stumbling, of course, and the Serious work of salvation. In

There is nothing accidental about this silence. It is curated as a weapon dressed as absence. To ghost another human being with intent is To exercise a Luciferian arrogance. It is the belief that one soul may simply Erase another without consequence or confession. It is wrath without declaration, Cruelty without fingerprints. The perpetrator vanishes, yet their damage metastasizes In the victim's mind indefinitely, which is precisely the design. They do not leave you grieving

A short reflection to help you deepen your relationship with the Holy Spirit. Read : "The Holy Spirit teaches us everything. It sanctifies us. It assimilates us to God. When we have the Spirit of God, we become incapable of all sin, incapable of sinning. When we have the Holy Spirit, we cannot do evil. We cannot be filled with anger or hate or speak evil. We must become filled, replete with the Holy Spirit. This is where the essence of spiritual life lies. This is an art — th

James and John asked Jesus an impertinent question: can we sit at your right and left hands? St. Mary of Egypt asked one too: can I enter the kingdom without changing who I am and what I do? This Sunday, we are challenged to ask ourselves the most pertinent questions of all: who am I ... really? Do I love and live for God? Do I know my vocation? Do I live it fully? We all have to learn to be more honest about ourselves and to follow God with our whole mind, our whole heart, a

A cool breeze Moves through the Late afternoon like a Generous thought. Unhurried Unannounced Loosening the hold of the new Heat, which waits patiently To take on everything and Everyone. Never asking, just arriving and Demanding summer. But the wind, sudden and full, Spills out from the ocean and Stretches across the sky Insisting on spring and lots of laughter The most human of sounds. Unguarded, contagious, and Committed to briefly abolishing All the seriousness of life. R

There is a black obelisk that Rose without warning. Ominous, absolute, and indifferent. Quaintly called 'the silent treatment,' It was erected without consent Like a monolith from an ancient, merciless cosmos. Its surface offers nothing. No handhold and no reflection, No light and no warmth. You circle it day in and day out. You try to speak to it. You implore, but it gives nothing. This is not absence. It is a presence. A deliberate, destructive dark energy. Its purpose is t