That quote from Mumford and Sons actually comes from Chesterton, describing what St Francis went through in his conversion to the saint everyone loves to misunderstand. Continue reading “The world hanging upside down”
Suggested by Mel with special permission to share something particular. This, is the story of how I died. Continue reading “Diagnosis story”
This is it. More than I thought I would ever write, and opinionated and sanctimonious as all get out. But I have to go big for this one. What should it be about? Continue reading “The 300th Post”
By popular ish demand from Reader-land, option 2 won out.
What is the big deal Catholics were having with the pachamama statues? Continue reading “Those wooden statues”
This post will go from ridiculous to serious and back. Because that is who I am, dammit! Continue reading “My Funeral, and the Cross”
Blocking up the scenery, breaking my mind! Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?
But, I am not talking about that kind. Continue reading “Sign, sign, everywhere a sign”
In my illness, I have been blessed to discover the prayers of I think THREE different nuns! Which is incredible to me, and I want to share! Continue reading “Cloistered Nuns”