Conversations with my Beloved

 

Art by Ilse Kleyn

 

“Where are you, my God?”
I seek you all about me and you are not there and yet you seem to tell me: Here I am. Everywhere. Nowhere.

I never leave you, but you have to realize I use disguises. If you persist in seeking me under that disguise I used a month, a year, ago, you will be hurt and disappointed.
I change, and you must change with me, or be left alone, bereft, bewildered, lost.

“But why do you do it?” That you may know me better. You are my Chosen one who must discover me beneath a multitude of impermanent changes of attire and behavior.
I remain myself, absolute, infinity…and close as a lover’s kiss.

You have to learn to recognize me. It’s hard, I know.
You come running to me…arms outstretched to be enfolded by what I was to you when the season was different, and you were ardent and your heart bursting with untried love, your every gesture and word a lyric, your very speech a poem!
It was beautiful, but it was only the prelude. Now the flowers have seeded, the petals are all gone, the scent is blown away on the wind. And yet…

and yet, how beautiful this autumn is!
The prelude to our consummation by my death in you, and your resplendent life in me.

~ Selected Writings of Barbara Dent, OCDS 

 

 

 

Thoughts

Looking outside distract us,
it disconnect us, it leads us away.
Looking inside finds us,
it allows us to take action from a loving place.
After looking at the state of the world,
it is our duty to generate goodness, respect, kindness,
generosity and compassion.
Let us be humble.
Let us be love.

Be blessed, be a blessing!

A Summer Morning by Rubert Bunny, 1897 (detail) - Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With String This is me.....back in time....:

A Summer Morning by Rubert Bunny, 1897

A poem by a Carmelite nun

I made a garden for God.
No, do not misunderstand me
It was not on some lovely estate or even in a pretty suburb.
I made a garden for God
in the slum of my heart
a sunless space between grimy walls
the reek of cabbage water in the air
refuse strewn on the cracked asphalt….
the ground of my garden!
This was where I laboured

night and day
over the long years
in dismal smog and cold…..
there was nothing to show for my toil.
Like a child I could have pretended:
my slum transformed…..
an oasis of flowers and graceful trees
how pleasant to work in such a garden!I could have lost heart
and neglected my garden
to do something else for God.
But I was making a garden for God
not for myself
for his delight not mine
and so I worked on in the slum of my heart.Was he concerned with my garden?
Did he see my labour and tears?
I never saw him looking
never felt him there
Yet I knew (though it felt as if I did not know)
that he was there with me
waiting……He has come into his garden
Is it beautiful at last?
Are there flowers and perfumes?
I do not know
the garden is not mine but his……..
God asked only for my little space
to be prepared and given.
This is “garden” for him
and my joy is full.
 
~ From the book, ‘To believe in Jesus’ by Ruth Burrows, OCD
Darren Haley 'Spring Chickadees':

Art by Darren Haley ‘Spring Chickadees’

First blog post

Dear reader,

Welcome and thank you for visiting my blog!

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Borrowing St. Teresa of Jesus’s poignant words, I am a Daughter of the Church.

I am a lover of Christ. I am devoted to Our Lady of Mount Carmel. 

I have been married for 30 years to my best friend, and I am a mother of two beautiful daughters and a cute tabby cat named Ruby. A devout Roman Catholic, I am a member of the Secular Order of Discalced Carmelites (OCDS).

Here in this space, I would like to share in the Carmelite charisma, blogging about prayer and Carmelite spirituality. The Carmelite Saints and their writings are a source of my ongoing inspiration in my spiritual life. I continue to learn from them, and hope to share with you here some of what I’ve learned. Their teachings are real treasures of the spirit. 

I am interested in spending time in prayer, Eucharistic Adoration, in spiritual reading and attending retreats, poetry, travelling, photography, sacred art, and music. I also enjoy walks in nature and I love the Sea. 

Patty