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By Renaissance Girl I am one of those people that struggles not to live on a merit system. Time and time again, I compare myself with those around me, and evaluate who gets what, and why I don’t have what … Continue reading →

By Cantor  Chant as Prayer Looking toward the fall and the new school year, it seemed a good time to reflect on chant as prayer. The following text is a short excerpt from Reflections on the Spirituality of Gregorian Chant … Continue reading →

By Sr. Nun Other A  tricolor leaf on a sandy pathway signals change. It’s arrived much too soon, this autumn leaf that rests by itself on sun baked sand. I ignore its message as I make my way around it. My lunch … Continue reading →

By Melodious Monk Recently I’ve come across a few writings of Father Alfred Delp, a Jesuit priest executed by the Nazi’s for his outspoken faith and opposition to the regime. He seems to have been a bold man, with a … Continue reading →

By Renaissance Girl Our daily devotional had a meditation on Saturday that caught my attention. It was a quote from Richard Rohr in his book “Hope Against Darkness”, “God makes grace out of our grit; salvation out of our sin. … Continue reading →

By Cantor We recently finished a series of chant classes in our community in which everyone joined a schola, prepared a chant, and taught it to the other scholas. It was amazing to see how various individuals came together in … Continue reading →

By Sr. Nun Other I’m privileged this summer to be part of a once-a-week vocal class. Our teacher, to help us better convey the meaning of our song, assigns an interesting exercise. We choose an English translation of a sung … Continue reading →

By Melodious Monk If I was asked to pick a graceful animal, the cow wouldn’t be first to pop into my head. But if you’ve ever seen a cow lie down — or run, (yes run, even gallop around the yard!) — you … Continue reading →

By Renaissance Girl I was working on a project the other morning — one that involved keeping careful count of an item, and therefore required my full concentration. My dog was with me, quietly hovering just on the edge of … Continue reading →