God is providing when I get out in my new neighborhood. Neat things seem to happen when I walk, and walking is becoming a means away from hopping into my car for every endeavor. Walking, running, I discovered a wonderful park. In route, I heard my name called out, once again. This time it was Talib from basketball, scolding me for missing the past two weeks. I smiled, sincerely pleased to shake hands and see him. He trains dogs, specializing in pit bulls and what many consider aggressive dogs. He has a fine reputation amongst many as one of the best dog handlers in Cleveland. I took note of God’s message regarding priorities. Yes my basketball time is important, a group of men I need in my life. The park I discovered, a block away is Cain Park. I was blessed with a tour and a quick history and highlights of upcoming shows. The park hosts an incredible amphitheater and workers were witnessed setting up the stage for the performance of Godspell. The park is twenty-two acres of rolling hills, providing challenging walking, running, and biking exercise. In the winter, it is a sledding destination for children and adults. I do have my bike now, with plans to buy another. The one I have is a city bike, only one gear. I would also like to have at my disposal a multi-gear touring bike. I would like more efficient means of longer travel, downtown and lake visits. Cleveland Heights is a new living style. There are no highways, which is intentional. l learned in the sixties and seventies there was a grassroots effort to prevent the building of a major highway that would have divided Cleveland Heights from Shaker Heights, an area I have yet to explore, aside from a visit to the post office. Shaker Heights Square appears to present a wonderful day of exploring, possibly with a movie at the theater to conclude events. There is a woman I would like to start entertaining so it is nice to anticipate such matters. A final note regarding, city traffic, a new lifestyle, my driving habits have changed dramatically. Now everything is city traffic, traffic lights and congestion, something that use to present a serious detriment to my disposition. I have accepted matters as a spiritual trial, concluding that I must anticipate slow travel, extreme bottlenecking conditions, and always red lights. Driving solutions: I create as much space as possible, always anticipating red lights, never in a hurry, always good music or an interesting audio book playing. I must always be present and aware of my surroundings, watching constantly for pedestrians, bikers, and mothers pushing baby carriages, yielding, and a gentleman in all situations, even those that are disagreeable to common sense. Trust me it is an absolute new way of life for this angry man.
Finally another posting for Anima Christi. I like the clear, precise and accurate pronounciation of this video. The soul of Christ, embrace that concept. The Latin version reminds me of friary prayer times. The English version is being added to my litany of prayers, maintaining its presence after the Corpus Christi novena and feast day. I learned from Sister Clare Marie there will be a procession Sunday, taking the Eucharist out to the neighborhood. It should be marvelous, reminding me of days with Father David Mary.
The English words once again for emphasis, embrace them, profoundness to immense depths. Simple, wonderful, and surrendering.
Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from the side of Christ, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds hide me
Separated from Thee let me never be
From the malicious enemy defend me
In the hour of my death call me
And bid me come unto Thee
That I may praise Thee with Thy saints
Forever and ever
Amen
