Then and now..

The Concert for Bangladesh occurred in August 1971. It’s been nearly thirty-six years since then and we’re at another watershed of emotion in world affairs. Will we turn our back on the suffering in Darfur? Will we turn our back on the suffering in Iraq and throughout the middle east. Continue reading “Then and now..”

The lilies of the field

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin

As I turned onto Route 1 in the hamlet of Nile on my way to Mt. Irenaeus I was greeted with fields of flowers blooming everywhere. There were phlox, daisies and buttercups and other varieties that I cannot name. There were flowers everywhere in the fields along the road this morning on the Feast of Corpus Christi. Continue reading “The lilies of the field”

Genesee River Valley

I went flying again tonight. It was a beautiful night. I got the Skyhawk out of the hangar, preflighted and and taxied to the end of Runway 4 at Olean Airport. There was a slight quartering headwind but it was light. After I taxied onto the runway I pushed the throttle all the way in and keptĀ  ‘003 centered on the runway with some right rudder pressure. Continue reading “Genesee River Valley”

We are all one

St. Francis of Assisi saw all creation as brother and sister and bearing the imprint of the Most High. That’s an abstract concept and not easily seen or even practiced. Tonight I heard a fellow speak of DNA and how we’re all comprised of the same elements. Not long ago while reading a book by Thich Nhat Hanh he spoke of looking deeply and seeing ancestors in each of us and all of us. Continue reading “We are all one”

Listening

“Give us this day our daily bread,” are the words to the Lord’s Prayer or Our Father. This prayer reminds me if I listen to it that there is only one day that is important and that is today. Tomorrow is not reality and neither is yesterday. The only important time is now. Continue reading “Listening”

Laudate Dominum

The taize chant Laudate Dominum has been with me since Saturday night. The haunting melody and words were with me Saturday night, when I awoke Sunday, on my way to Mass that day. Yesterday as I ran five miles in the rain to begin my day the chant was on my lips and in my heart. Sometimes prayers just pray their way through me and I don’t really understand why.

I am fortunate too

This came in the mail from Gratefulness.org

Everyday, think as you wake up: Today I am fortunate to have woken up. I am alive. I have a precious human life. I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself to expand my heart out to others for the benefit of all beings.

His Holiness the XIVth Dalai Lama