My Traveling Shoes

Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality.
I've traveled so many miles in shoes that someone else bought for me, plain, poorly fitted, worn, second hand, hand me downs. Ohh, they hurt my feet and took me places that I didn't need to go, places that I didn't want to go. For many years I put them on. I was told it was my duty, but my heart was heavy and my cares so many.
Done found myself a new pair of travelin' shoes to wear on this leg of my journey. Handmade to fit and suit me just right, supportin' and comfortin' me each step of the way.They are wild and colorful as I chose them to be, they suit my personality. I bought these shoes. I own these shoes. They are mine.
by Jeanne leigh...copyrighted...2007


Wednesday, January 28, 2009


The following is written by a wonderful Catholic Nun who is an author and activist. I am so moved by her insight and depth. I love what she shares in this piece. I wanted to share it. ~ Peace

As a young teenager, kneeling in a dark cathedral one night, with no illumination in the church but the sanctuary lamp, I had an experience of intense light. I was thirteen years old and totally convinced that, whatever it was and wherever it came from, the light was God. Perhaps it was a good janitor working late, or a bad switch that did not work at all, or a startling insight given to a young woman, given gratuitously. I did not know then and I do not know now. But I did know that the light was God and that God was light.It has not always been easy—I went through a terrible period as a young sister—to the point that I thought I would have to leave religious life because I doubted the divinity of Jesus. Only when I realized that I did believe deeply and profoundly in God could I come to peace with the fact that faith in God would have to be enough. It was a dark, empty time. It threw me back on the barest of beliefs but the deepest of beliefs. I hung on in hope like a spider on a thread. But the thread was enough for me. As a result, my faith actually deepened over the years. The humanity of Jesus gave promise to my own. Jesus ceased to be distant and ethereal and “perfect.” Jesus let no system, no matter how revered, keep him from a relationship with God. And that union with God, I came to understand, was divine. Then I also understood that questions are of the essence in a mature faith.I don’t fear the questions any more. I know that they are all part of the process of coming to union with God and refusing to make an idol of anything less. The point is that during that difficult time I didn’t try to force anything. I simply lived in the desert believing that whatever life I found there was
life enough for me. I believed that God was in the darkness. It is all part of the purification process and should be revered. It takes away from us our paltry little definitions of God and brings us face-to-face with the Transcendent. It is not to be feared. It is simply to be experienced. Then, God begins to live in us without benefit of recipes and rituals, laws, and “answers”—of which there are, in the final analysis, none at all.

~Joan Chittister

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Enjoying Ella Fitzgerald

Happy New Year! I've been very busy at work. We are ordering lots of beautiful, interesting new books at our library. So, while I am busy guttering, receiving them on the computer, adding title page labels, barcodes and stamps...I often listen to Pandora Radio. Yesterday they played a song I've never heard by Ella Fitzgerald called, "Stairway to the Stars." Whoah! Knocked my socks off. I can imagine someone at her time saying, "Jeepers, that song just sends me" or something like that! I played it for my husband when I got home and I couldn't help but dance around the room. I got an mp3 version of it for my player but couldn't find a video of her singing it. I found one of her singing Blue Moon which is nice, but I definitely prefer Stairway to the Stars. I'm not sure how to put a video on here. I'm afraid I haven't figured it out.Check it out on this video bar to the right of this post. Enjoy. Peace, Jeanne

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Thomas Merton

I first starting reading books by Thomas Merton about twenty years ago. I fell in love with his understanding of God and Spirituality. Reading Merton changed my life. His work has affirmed my own understanding and opened me to new ways of seeing and thinking. I have a book that I use for prayer times throughout the day. It is called Thomas Merton A Book of Hours edited by Kathleen Deignan. This book is put together beautifully from his writings. This morning I was reading from the Tuesday/Dawn readings..."the lesson." I want to share this portion with you. Enjoy.
Our vocation is not simply to be, but to work together with God in the creation of our own life, our own identity, our own destiny. This means to say that we should not passively exist, but actively participate in His creative freedom in our own lives and in the lives of others, by choosing the truth. To put it better we are even called to share with God the work of creating the truth of our identity. We can evade the responsibility by playing with masks, and this pleases us because it can appear at times to be a free and creative way of living. It is quite easy. It seems to please everyone. But in the long run, the cost and sorrow come very high. To work out our own identity in God , which the Bible calls "working out our salvation" is a labor that requires sacrifice and anguish, risk and many tears. It demands close attention to reality at every moment, and great fidelity to God as he reveals himself, obscurely in the mystery of each new situation.
WE do not know clearly beforehand what the result of this work will be. The secret of my full identity is hidden in Him. He alone can make me who I am, or rather who I will be when at last I fully begin to be. But unless I desire this identity and work to find it with Him and in Him, the work will never be done. The way of doing it is a secret I can learn from no one else but Him. There is no way of attaining to the secret without faith. But contemplation is the greater and more precious gift, for it enables me to see and understand the work that He wants done.