The vicissitudes transforming my life at this time are severe, the employment change being the most pronounced. I am nervous, yet calm within discernment. Decisions are being made, convictions replaced with patience and trust, affirmations allowing room for mistakes. I think of Macbeth, a man rendering horrible decision after decision, suffering wretched consequences, never able to humble himself to honesty, regret, and repentance. His wife, Lady Macbeth, the instigator of the first murder, even she falls fearful and repentant. Macbeth cannot, driving forth madly to correct mistakes with further mistakes. I will leave room for the recognition of error. Declarations, promises, and demands quietly expand through trust and confidence. The recent theatrical weekend n Chillicothe, ending with a Feast of the Assumption Mass and procession in Little Italy at the Holy Rosary Church, can be viewed negatively, focusing on the amount of money spent, however the embracing of the fullness of truth, placing aside one-sided perspectives, the extended weekend must be seen as a commitment to my personal life. It was a profoundly cultured weekend of entertainment, properly inspiring creative efforts, aspirations to write arising distinct. Two memories from the Feast of the Assumption lovingly linger. The first is a beautiful woman I recognized instantly upon seeing her while gathering behind the Assumption float with the significant other. During the conclusion to the festive weekend, she stands upon the Church’s entrance rise with the priest and celebrants, leading Marian hymns with a microphone. I informed the significant other of the ethereal beauty of the woman’s voice. I observed the Italian woman before the procession, identifying her daughter through a shared beauty, and her husband through the respect and admiration he extended toward her. Excited to hear her voice, I was a bit disappointed in her first hymn, realizing it was good, yet not possessing the power I expressed to the significant other. The priest preceded with the final closing ceremonies, before once again handing the microphone to the woman. The woman sang again. This time in Italian. This time elevating her efforts to the marvelous and Divine. Otherworldly in exquisiteness, foreign in understanding, her voice tantalized, raising up a communal sense of glory. I identified importance within my fascination, the abandoning of a lunatic fringe element to the pursuit of faith through the commitment and acceptance of normality and the sharing of life intimately with others, being fully present and engaged with loved ones, while open and loving on a communal level. I fixed my gaze upon the Italian singer during the priest’s offerings of prayer, sensing a prayerful ecstasy within her being. In humbleness, simplicity, as a mother and wife, blessed with a marvelous voice, she comprehended the Divine revealing and experience occurring in her life. Walking back past the Church on a night concluding walk to my vehicle, after over-indulging in reduced priced Italian food, holding hands with the significant other, I saw the woman once again. The attractive young lady, I speculated to be her daughter, was calling out, ‘Mama…Mama’. The singer whirled about, saying ‘Mama…Mama…I am here’, recognizing her daughter seeking her attention, she raised both hands in greeting. Her daughter rushed to her as two female friends tagged along. Introduced by the daughter, one of the young ladies grasped the singer’s hands with both hands, absorbed in admiration and joy. The glory of God became evident watching the prideful daughter show her mother off to her friends. The relevancy struck vivid regarding normalcy, family and intimacy within a healthy spiritual life. It has firmly arisen essential, overtaking the fringe element tainting of a singular spiritual life passionately propelled by delusion. Easy does it through wholeness. Yet within the normalcy and ability to attain intimacy must not be fear and judgement. The second incident lovingly lingering involves a severely handicap woman.  Delighted with a delectable piece of Tiramisu, I made my way to eat when a disturbing woman came upon me. She appeared pathetic, tiny arms of a baby, obviously mentally impaired, I felt repulsed by her appearance while hungry to partake of a baked finery of life. Imploring, the woman walked right up to me, extending a card to read. The card stated deafness and mental complications, she sought financial assistance. I know when God comes a calling. Observing her closely, moving slowly, I retrieved five dollars for her. Calm and serenely, she nodded thank you. I discussed the incident with the significant other, who was shocked when I admitted I was repulsed by the woman, then surprised when she approached me directly. The following morning, she declared greater clarity. I offered the example of St Francis being confronted by a leper. She responded with words from the Three Companions: “Francis, everything you loved carnally and desired to have, you must despise and hate, if you wish to know my will. Because once you begin doing this, what before seemed delightful and sweet will be unbearable and bitter; and what before made you shudder will offer you great sweetness and enormous delight.”