Sunday, April 17, 2011


My family thinks I'm a heathen...  living alone up in the great North...  single, never married and just one step away from that "cat lady".  There is this beautiful Catholic Church right across the street from my house. Each Sunday I plan my escape to avoid the parishioners rushing to and from church.  I am not one of them... 

I was alone this morning... just me, the moderately disdainful, yet eager to be fed barn inhabitants and the Convict (aka Jonah).  Barn chores are rythmic and rewarding...  I feel peace when the stalls are cleaned, the water buckets are scrubbed and the floor is swept clean.  Each task is serenaded by the munching of hay, the occasional banging of a bucket and it brings me closer to heaven.

Today, after a rainy, windy night... it was warm, wet and the sun was sparkling through the clouds... I thanked God that I was awake and outside on this amazing morning. My world is my church and I am grateful to be a part of it!

So, I practice being a good friend, a good person and giving back for what I have so generously been given...  Maybe I am a heathen ...  maybe I am...  and, really...  that's ok!


Anonymous said...

Love it!

tricia said...

Quite beautiful!