"A word found me," a friend told me after Mass yesterday. "Reveal."
She had been looking for her word for the year, prompted by a spiritual mentor, and it shimmered before her right out of the Scripture reading on New Year's Eve.
"You might want to try it," she suggested. I might. I would. It sounds so...well...contemplative. I thought I would go home and be still and receive a word.
I did return home, but ran a couple of errands on the way. And then I straightened up the house and prepared some food for dinner (my sister and brother-in-law were coming). I sat quiet for a few moments, and then decided to finish the, I am embarrassed to say, Christmas cards I had been working on little at a time for a couple of weeks.
"It's a good thing there are 12 days of Christmas," I wrote on each one, " That gives me time to send out the cards!"
True. Christmas season isn't over yet, and I did enjoy taking time with each card, writing personal notes and slipping a copy of my December column into the envelopes before sealing them.
Dinner was wonderful. Michael and I savored pork and sauerkraut. Elizabeth enjoyed the black bean lasagna she brought along. The best part of the evening was the long rambling conversations that included children, grandchildren, my book in process, homographs and triple homonyms, and how to earn badges on "Drawsomething."
A good beginning to 2013, but no word appeared, shimmering before me.
This morning, the Psalms, reflections, and Mass readings in the January issue of "Give Us This Day" spoke to me, not with a single word, but with an image: Resting in God. Living There.
The January issue began with a reflection by Ronald Rolheiser, OMI about "Blessed Consciousness." He shared a story of a Buddha sitting under a tree, called a "pig" by a passing soldier. Read More