Thoughts after mass today. I cannot dismiss the bond I have developed with the cloistered Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration. Meeting with them yesterday was an odd moment. I cherish such odd moments. One of the sisters wears thick lens glasses. The strongest visual image is her huge magnified staring eyes. The sister’s abnormally big eyes aware established an otherworldly ambiance. I became nervous, spellbound, dazed, while introduced. Expected to say a few words, I awkwardly stammered appreciation for celebrating mass with them. The idea struck me to show them my Eucharist necklace. It seemed I could not grip the necklace properly, fumbling as my Miraculous Medal and monstrance became entangled. Finally presenting the necklace the sisters gathered, whispering, one announcing, ‘It’s a monstrance like ours’, another adding ‘also a Miraculous Medal’. I felt deeply proud they saw my necklace. Looking up, I met eyes with my special sister. She penetrates me, foreign, dark skinned, I assume Indian. I could not hold her vision, dropping my eyes to the ground, a smile arising from my heart blossoming upon my lips–the Holy Spirit bellowing within. Without looking, I knew she smiled also. The cloistered life, I cannot dismiss. Amidst my discerning, my intense devotion to the sisters is identified as central to my formation. The sisters produce immense love in my heart. I sit able to observe them, never seeking attention, yet acutely aware. My place of worship is their home. I am a guest. I follow their lead during hymns, responses, and prayers. Voicing, I search for their voices, tuning to the best of my abilities. In prayer, I seek their hearts, pleading the sisters are emboldened with fervor and peace, able to save souls and produce graces with their lives of sacrifice, obedience to the Church and the ways established by St Clare, and their adoring of the Eucharist. The Eucharist reigns supreme in my beloved sister’s home. I cannot imagine celebrating daily mass anywhere else. I questioned improper motivation on my part, vengeance upon Ann the reason I anchored at St Paul’s. I am positive that is not the case. I made plans to center my life and worship with the Mercederians, yet it did not work out. God wants me at St Paul’s. Speaking of Ann. She was at mass today. I purchased a Rosary today from Sister Clare Marie. I left my Lourdes Rosary in Toledo visiting my sister. The Rosary Ann made me, my favorite, is broken. The new Rosary caught my eye. It is green. I have never had a green Rosary before. While holding my new Rosary, Father Roger happen to walk into the store. Sister asked him to bless the Rosary, and sprinkle holy water upon it. I told father it will be my car Rosary, never removed except for at St Paul’s. While blessing the Rosary, he also blessed my car. I was thankful. As crazy and impatient as I can drive, and now constant city driving, I figure it is very good to have my car blessed. I told sister I felt drawn to the green color, yet I did not know why. I asked her what does the green symbolize to you. She instantly responded HOPE. The first Rosary prayed upon my Rosary of Hope, the Joyful mysteries, I offered to Ann. Not in a disgraceful way, God you know she is a worthless piece of crap, yet I am so magnanimous I will pray for this vile worm. I offered nothing, no intentions, simply her name. After mass, I noticed Ann seated. My heart was deeply calm cleansed for the moment. I will do nothing against her. I cherish the victory today, patiently waiting upon each day as it comes. It is very hard. I am a little disappointed in the new Rosary. The cross is excellent in my hand. I must feel a solid quality cross in my right hand, while praying. The body of Christ crucified a physical tangible presence. My disappointment is with the Our Father beads. I prefer a distinct large bead, an obvious announcement a decade is complete. The Rosary of Hope beads are all the same. The Rosary Ann made is excellent. It will be repaired and placed back into service.