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Solidarity, part I

By Katie Cassady / July 23, 2019 / Comments Off on Solidarity, part I

Opening Prayer: If you like to use music in prayer, I might suggest Whatsoever You Do as a beautiful reflection by Fr. Bill Jabusch about solidarity. Questions for reflection- -What is your initial understanding of the term solidarity? How is it generally employed? With what do you associate it? How would you describe it for your seven-year-old nephew? -What rings true […]

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Life & Dignity of the Human Person, Part I

By Katie Cassady / July 23, 2019 / Comments Off on Life & Dignity of the Human Person, Part I

Opening Prayer: If you like to use music in prayer, I suggest this song as a beautiful meditation on inviting God to work through our efforts: He Is Among Us, by the Porter’s Gate. *Based on Matthew 25: 31-46 For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, […]

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Nowhere else in the world do cardón cacti grow as

Nowhere else in the world do cardón cacti grow as large as in the Valley of the Giants on the Baja peninsula. In a valley seemingly barren, where temperatures soar and resources are scarce, these giants remain steadfast and thriving.

Besides feeling awed by the size and endurance of the cardón, there seemed a greater metaphor to be grasped in seeing them all together-- a community that has withstood hundreds of years of change. Not as solitary survivors, but in community.

So much of how we flourish depends upon those with whom we surround ourselves. Sitting with deep gratitude for my own cardóns, and hope for those seeking steadfast community 🌵.

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Autumn as a song, and things I love to listen for

Autumn as a song, and things I love to listen for as the sun wanes earlier this time of the year:

The rhythm begins around sundown in August-- staccato percussion, drumline first, later accompanied by brass and woodwinds. The songs of the local high school marching band practice float through late summer screens left open.
🥁
September brings the crickets. Slowly entering the song, their tempo accelerates as the temperature begins to dip.
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Shy at first, and then bolder, the territorial calls of great horned owls debut, ushering in October. Lonesome hoots long and slow, hopeful and steady, call to another to be seen and heard.
🦉
'For from the greatness and beauty of created things comes a corresponding perception of their Creator.' -Wisdom 13:5

September reminds me to welcome with a flourish; w

September reminds me to welcome with a flourish; with warmth & light, color and abundance.
Not too hot or too cold, and slow enough to let distractions simmer.
A simple prayers for all who are welcomed through this door.

Growing flowers, harvesting honey, raising babies

Growing flowers, harvesting honey, raising babies
have each in their own way given me a glimpse at what it is to cultivate something where once nothing was, and to see the breath-taking results.
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Catching a glimpse of God at work in this way, a God who welcomes my participation in such simple and life-changing endeavors, will forever captivate my heart.
💖

Some seasons are rich in their abundance, branches

Some seasons are rich in their abundance, branches heavily laden with gifts. It won't stay this way, of course, but I love it while it lasts. Coming are the seasons that offer sparse fruit, the cold chasing us inside and leaving us wanting for more.

August reminds me of this grace of abundance: counters cluttered, bowls full; a tactile reminder of gifts extended.

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