Last Sunday of Summer

Today is the last Sunday of the Summer, making it a good time to ponder the seasons that our Lord has given us. As we move into the Fall of the year, I am forced to reflect on the fall of my my life. I have reached the perid in my life when changes are much more abrubt, visible and sometimes - painful. I have had two medical procedures this year, and besides the financial expense, they each created a physcial expense. I hurt deeper and longer than I used to. I can pray longer on my knees than I could when I was young, not because my knees hurt more then, but because everything else hurts more now. It is easier to remain kneeling than t is to get up. My sense of deep self-centering prayer is so much greater now. I can go to my prayer place and stay longer without the intrusion of younger thoughts and emotions. And most importantly, I find that my sense of taste is so much better now. I "taste" with the utmost enthusiastic revelation the transubstabulated presence of the Jesus.

Birthdays

Happy birthday to my daughter.

My Rosary

I had surgery yesterday. An incision in the abdomen. A stitch or two or three.

When I was in recovery, my roasary fell out of my pants pocket onto the floor. The nurse picked it up and held it in her hand. The look on her face made my pain go away.

Irish Soda Bread

2 1/2 cups siftend all purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar
3/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 lb butter (1/2 stick)
1 egg slight beaten

350 degrees
1-hour
cool 3-5 minutes

Ernest Hemingway's Catholicism

Hemingway said: "Write one true sentence"