I stumbled out of the tiny twin bed in my room this week at the Abbey and quickly put on some clothes to make it to Lauds - prayer at 5:45 AM preceeding Mass. It was hard to get up this morning but the Monks have been up since 3, this is their second prayer… Continue reading Meditation at Gethsemani
Month: July 2019
“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.”
Anne Lamott Last week, I was on a silent retreat at the abbey of Gethsemani. I did a lot of unplugging and I think I work again. Try it. Be the best version of yourself today. I'm rooting for you. Check out my post "Meditation at Gethsemani" to read about one day on this… Continue reading “Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.”
I’ve decided to be happy because it is good for my health.
-Voltaire I was recently on an extended family vacation - the whole MacDermott Clan went to Disney World to celebrate the birthday of my mom who turned 80. Now, here is someone who has decided to be happy every day! My mother's life has been filled with all sorts of ups and downs and she… Continue reading I’ve decided to be happy because it is good for my health.
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams and live the life you have imagined.”
Henry David Thoreau It is the mid-point of the year. Did you set some goals for yourself back in January? How are you doing? It is not too late to start to be the best version of yourself. You have the rest of your life to be that person.
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
Emma Lazarus: "The New Colossus" Emma's poem is on the base of the Status of Liberty: "A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightening, and her name Mother of Exiles." Happy Birthday, to the United States of America. Hoping my country will soon have a mother as President of the United… Continue reading “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”