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  Good Companions   A couple of Saturdays ago, I attended our local circle meeting.  The hostess Sisters had invited us to their home for brunch.  Both the food and the conversation at the table were delightful and animating, including many compliments for the “chef.”    After the dining room table was cleared, we sat in a circle in the living room for prayer and continuation of “checking in” with one another – “What’s going on in your life and your ministry?” We eight Sisters each had lots to share with one another and much acceptance of and encouragement for one another when a challenging situation was recounted.  We were able to appreciate the humor in many situations and laugh.  When I thought about the day later, what I remember most is what a gift it was to just “be” with each other and to laugh.        I recalled a poem written by Kaye Ashe, OP:   The search – for self, for wisdom, for love, for truth, for justice, for God – is strenuous and unending. We need good companions in

Celebrating With Sisters

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  Sisters never miss an opportunity to celebrate Holidays. We take turns gathering at different locations for holiday celebrations. The 2022 Christmas party took place on Braeburn Ln. Sisters gathered with their gift and a Holiday treat.  All gifts were wrapped and placed under the tree.  We started a Christmas celebration tradition in 2021, “the regift exchange”. The rules of the game: pass your gift to the left or right, keep your gift, open your gift, and take any gift, generated a lot of excitement and laughter. As always, there was one coveted gift that circulated through many hands before the game ended.   What gift we received was not the object of the gathering. The gift of celebrating with each other was the only gift desired. Sisters celebrate Holidays with prayer, games, good food and tons of laughs.   Happy New Year!   Patricia Rogers, OP Glendale, WI

BEING RESOLUTE

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As I was trying to find a meaningful topic to offer for the turning of the year, I came upon this prayer from Joyce Rupp from her book, Out of the Ordinary:  Prayers, Poems, and Reflections for Every Season.  As we consider resolutions for a new beginning, it seems certain that these could change the world. Faithful Companion, In this new year we pray: to live deeply, with purpose, to live freely, with detachment, to live wisely, with humility, to live justly, with compassion, to live longingly, with fidelity, to live mindfully, with awareness, to live gracefully, with generosity, to live fully, with enthusiasm. Help us to hold this vision and to daily renew it in our hearts, becoming ever more one with you, our truest Selves.  Amen.   Which of these resolutions calls out to you? Are you up for changing your world?   Erica Jordan, OP Kenosha, WI

London's Heathrow Bus Terminal and Christmas…in October 2022

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It is a cave of sorts. A Global collection of people are crammed together with luggage piled floor to ceiling.  Unlike the donkey, trains were on strike.   All faces glued, to the fine print of the ever changing billboard, announcing arrivals and departures.   People with a mission and a purpose like Mary and Joseph. The door swung in, edging us closer together, and the door swung out, making room for anyone who came knocking.   Are you waiting for an arrival, or for a departure?  Is your purpose being lived?   Here is what I gave birth to, as I waited to depart:   Like Mary and Joseph, we carry a call.   All we know, is something beyond our womb is calling us.   We find ourselves whether male or female pregnant once again!   Do we abort? Do we carry to term?   We worry.  How will we feed this call?   Wakening, we hope all is a dream.   It is a reality.    We've been here before. Over and over throughout our lives. Why now such reluctance?   Perhaps for some, because of age. Like E

Watching & Waiting

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On the return home from a very long international flight I found myself standing at O’Hare baggage claim with the rest of the passengers waiting for my bag to slip down the chute onto the carousel. I became alert once the mechanism activated and the first of the bags started their descent onto the carousel. Everyone crowding around the edge, eyes all focused on each piece of luggage. Would mine be there? Did it make the tight connection?  Hundreds of bags slowly presented themselves, slipped down the chute and onto the carousel. All bags as different as the passengers. Different sizes, shapes, softness, colors. Each containing the belongings of those tired travelers. No sign of mine.   Slowly bags are claimed and removed. Less people now and I’m trying not to worry. I’m looking for a large, soft sided, dark blue case with some red yarn tied to the handle. Lots of dark blue cases but  not mine. I found myself mesmerized by the slowly circling bags and reflecting on the many things that

The Pregnant Pause of Advent

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Advent is a pause, but not an empty one. Rather, it is pregnant with need and possibility. As I write this, Brittney Griner has just been released from a Russian penal colony and is on U.S. soil. We rejoice yet should be acutely aware how, in other circumstances, her race and sexual identity still leave her on the margins – in this country and abroad. The Advent pause is pregnant with oppression and injustice that begs our attention.   One of my dear Dominican sisters recently wrote that her twin is facing a serious heart problem. Even in the midst of her own worry and anxiety, this Sister reminds us of her family’s gratitude for the privilege of healthcare to which they have access. Her generous heart points to the dire circumstances in which many people in our own country find themselves without access to adequate or affordable health care. The Advent pause is pregnant with real people facing social injustice and need. This pause begs our attention.   In  weeklyprayers@worldinprayer.

Community of Preachers

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When the feast St Andrew was announced before morning Mass, bells went off inside me.  I suddenly remembered that it was on the evening of St Andrew I received the sacrament of Confirmation with other members of my sixth-grade class. It came to me that the bishop that confirmed us also commissioned building the Parish where I belong now.  I was smiling at this wonderful intersection when an older man, Tony, offered to walk me home so I would be “safe” on my long walk from the church to the sisters’ house where I live.  We both laughed, since it is about 50 feet away.   I learned that my escort had worked as a landscaper and had helped prepare the land where the Diocesan office now stands.  It is named for the same bishop! Tony talked about trees, and the gift of nature which provides us with clean air and nutritious soil.      I encouraged Tony to preach his truth. What truth are  we  called to preach these days? My community strengthens me to call people to care for Earth, to work for