Front Yard Azalea "Pink Ruffle"
Upon returning from last Saturday's First Theological Council For Upper South Carolina, between the punishing hail storms that pelted the upstate, and before beginning my reflections on the Council, my eye turned to my reading stack. I was drawn to a little book that was passed to me from my mother's library. Randomly opening the pages, I was presented on page 58 with "Little Flower's" self identification as such a flower and the following passage which spoke to my heart,
"Some of the other girls, former pupils like me, had friends among the nuns with whom they could spend these afternoons. But I hadn't. I sat and worked in silence at my sewing and then, when I had finished, as no one took any notice of me, I went to the chapel and climbed up into the tribune. There I remained before the Blessed Sacrament until Daddy came to take me home. There I found my sole comfort: Jesus, my only friend. I could talk only to Him. Talking to other people bored me, even when we spoke about religion. I felt it better to speak to God than about Him. There's often so much self-love involved in chatter about spiritual things!"
- The Autobiography of St. Thérèse of Lisieux: The Story of a Soul, translation by John Beevers, Image Books, Doubleday 1957.
I am experimenting with video using my cell phone and the following is a reflection of a typical early morning in April in Rock Hill.
Next time I will use a tripod.