Does your mind race? Do you question everything including your faith? The rosary could be a great entry into renewal.
As a Catholic Dad I don’t always know what I’m doing, but maybe that’s ok. Maybe I’m doing better than I think I am.
Cancer is a nightmare that effects so many of us. Prayer can help. Includes a prayer to St. Peregrine patron saint of cancer.
He sat on the left side of the church. A thick rosary hung from his hand as he prayed, eyes fixed on the crucifix above the altar. I hated to interrupt him, but he must have sensed me staring. He turned abruptly as if awakened from a deep slumber and said, “Do you want toContinue reading “A Good Confession”
A simple prayer from a child cures his pain. What lesson can he teach a proud father?
Memento Mori is to remember death. To contemplate death may help me to contemplate life, especially as a Catholic man. Is this how I find my purpose?
There are fewer things more beautiful to me than the beach in winter. Maybe its my New England heritage, but there is something romantic about cold overcast days and steel-grey water. Shells, driftwood, even the mangled fish carcasses, harassed by seagulls, have a place here before the glittering ripples of the Long Island Sound. ConnecticutContinue reading “Flow State”
The line is long and the smell is invasive. People swarm the place, jostling for position at the glass counter. They wave their tickets and shout their orders. “53!” “Here!” “Whaddya need?” “Three pounds of cooked shrimp! A fillet of cod, and six lobster tails!” And on it goes. The workers hustle and push pastContinue reading “Feast of the Seven Fishes and Unlocking Life’s Secrets”
Freedom. I think it means something different to all of us. I remember hearing a story of a man who had been wrongfully imprisoned. Twenty years later he was released and set free. The interviewer asked him what he wanted to do now that he was out. His response? To swim in a pool ofContinue reading “Scattered Rainbows”
The 4:30 alarm is terrifying. I did what I could to soften its power. The piercing tones have been replaced by Edvard Greig’s “Morning”, and the volume is as low as I can get it. Still, soothing oboe or not, the first notes assault my eardrums and I throw back the covers, dismount from theContinue reading “Defrost? Maybe not”