See Me Beautiful

It’s Easter Sunday. I feel like letting my mind drift back in time to all the Easter Sundays of my life. It’s funny because the first thoughts that come up are all about pretty new dresses, starched little bonnets, white gloves, shiny white tights and even shinier white shoes—a little girl’s favorite thing—new clothes. My mind could have gone to memories about lent, fasting, doing the rosary on our knees in front of the couch, fish on Fridays, long masses . . . .

But what I remember most is feeling pretty.

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Are You a Weaver?

The New Age doesn’t hold much appeal for me. It seems like much of what is being explored there is simply the old age wearing new garments. Philosophy, prophecy, spiritual teachings have been around as long as humans have been using their frontal lobes. I’m also rather stunned by how much of the new age is about selling you a bill of goods.

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The Difference Between Looking and Seeing

This morning I went in to Coffee Bene’ and ordered my coffee from a curly-haired young man. Instead of just ordering my coffee, I looked at him and held his eyes for a moment and let my nice mood actually come through my eyes. His response was quick but immediate. He looked surprised.

The lenses of the eyes really are hooked up

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