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Squinting Towards Armageddon
“I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing.” ~ Flannery O’Connor Before I set down the day’s thoughts, I want to express my humble gratitude for the many warm and supportive comments I received on my most recent post (the most comments I’ve ever received, in fact!). When I say “humble gratitude,” I mean exactly that. I am grateful for the kindness, but I am also humbled by the display from you, my readers who mean more to me than you can know. I also wanted to say that I’m somewhat chagrined after re-reading the post, which I had composed at the end of a weary…
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Hardly Worth The Wait
Two weeks without posting, and I asked myself about my own online reticence. Fact is, I simply haven’t been interested in posting here. I don’t think I’m alone in my apathy. The few blogs I read have slowed way down. Family and friends with whom I correspond aren’t taking the time to write. The world is wearisome and worrisome and just not worth the expenditure of emotional calories to keep up with. Some folks enjoy dissecting and analyzing and predicting the trends in the world. I’m not among them. Less than a dozen people regularly read this blog — that’s not even a jury, not even a football team, not…
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A Catholic Christian
Jinx and I walked this morning under the coverlet of humidity that has parked itself over these mountains and announced that it will not be leaving anytime soon. The crickets and locusts rasped on in a steady note from the damp fronds of green in all directions, and we both walked more slowly than usual. I saw in my missal that today is the feast day of Saint Augustine, the revered Doctor of the Church. I prayed for family members as I walked, and I thought on the sorry things that mar the days in this age. While evil overtakes the Western world, the Roman Catholic Church has paralleled the…
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Something On the Wind
Something odd occurred this morning when I arrived at work. As has been my custom for years, I took crackers and a few leftover rolls and sprinkled them on the ground for the crows. The black birds were already there waiting for me, perched in the trees ringing the parking lot and atop a couple of the light poles. They watched me with their expressionless faces while I put their breakfast in place, and I went on into the building. About ten o’clock, a fire alarm went off in the building and we all filed out into the parking lot per protocol to wait for the all-clear. I detached myself…
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The Pages of the Days
Jinx and I were on the road this morning while it was still dark. Dark in terms of “the sun hadn’t arisen yet,” but not in terms of a lack of light. God held the full moon above us — I believe the almanac named this one a Cold Moon, but in Texas, since it’s occurring in August, it’s a Comanche Moon — and the shadows the dog and I threw on the road were black and stark and eerie. Adding to the atmosphere were a witchy mist floating in the hollers and the calls of screech owls and hoot owls haunting the humid air above the dark fields. During…
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Small Mysteries, Large Voices, Small Mention
Behold — I shew you a mystery. We have several hummingbird feeders in our yards, some of them mounted on metal shepherd’s hooks. We’ve learned that the only hummingbird feeders worth having are the ones with a water dam in the top, a sort of cup that holds water and keeps ants from getting onto the feeder. I have to keep careful watch on the feeders, replenishing the water in the dams because it not only evaporates, but also because some of the smaller songbird will drink the water in the tops of the feeders. The other day I must have missed checking on one of the feeders, because when…
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A Prayer In Song
I haven’t listened to John Michael Talbot in a long time. When I’m in a certain mood, his music is appealing and soothing to me. Talbot apparently used the first part of the phony Covid lockdown to record a CD called “Songs From Solitude.” Here is one of the songs from that CD. And then here’s a song version of the Jesus prayer. My thoughts on this were sparked by recent posts by Bruce Charlton and William Wildblood. I hope these songs give you a sense of peace in your soul. ~ S.K. Orr
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Rest In Peace
Over to the left on my sidebar, you’ll see a link to the Monastery of the Infant Jesus in Lufkin, TX. This morning, Mrs. Orr received word that one of the nuns, Sister Mary Regina, has died. If you are so inclined, please say a prayer for the repose of Sister Mary Regina’s immortal soul. Also pray for the remaining nuns at the monastery, who will certainly miss the aged nun’s presence and influence. Requiescat in pace, Sister. ~ S.K. Orr
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Consider the Birds of the Air; Consider My Random Thoughts
The day was muggy and hazy, ushered in by rain and a good, belligerent breeze. Everything got a good watering, but by mid-afternoon, the sun pushed through the canopy of clouds and microwaved everything into a steamy glare. The breeze remained, though diminished from the morning hours, and made things tolerable. Jinx offered his opinion that the paucity of birds is due to the Coopers hawk who is still hanging around. Thinking on his approach, I realized that the non-seed eating birds like doves and robins have been as scarce as the feeder birds. About noon, I saw the hawk gliding through the back yard, about twenty feet off the…
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Kindness From a Distance
“My life itself, and the best heart of it, thanks you for this great care.” William Shakespeare — Henry VIII, Act I, Scene 2 I received a thing of beauty. A reader, whose name I will not disclose here, wrote me an email that I have read and reread several times. The care with which the letter was composed is palpable; the sweet spirit of the sender is unmistakable. Just when things are quiet and bruised, the light peeks over the heat-withered pastures and becomes again that source of beauty to which I have looked since my first day. This letter is light to me. ~ S.K. Orr Dear…