Getting ready for work, a beautiful day. Jim Nagle’s performance last night was incredible. He truly possesses a calling. Working within his vocation, he elicits meaning, presenting a glimpse into the love of God alive and awake. Absolutely breathtaking to witness his Thomas Merton one-man play. I met a remarkable woman, Sister Juanita Shealy from the Congregation of St Joseph on Rocky River Road, across from the Poor Clares. I was sitting alone, drinking coffee, when she waved me over insisting she wanted to know me. Thus ensued an incredible conversation of depth, including a request from her to pray for her sister who just underwent the removal of a brain tumor. Her sincerity in declaring I made her evening, feeling blessed she met me, humbled and made me feel properly special. Yesterday was also blessed as a day off, beautiful weather, raking leaves, enjoying the company of a gentleman conducting some remodeling work for Carter. I was interrupted from this posting, by a telephone call from Jim. He insists we must make plans to visit Sister Juanita together. I could only laugh since I just wrote about her. He is truly authentic, a holy and caring man. I returned home to check on the remodeling work, to eat dinner before work, enjoying prayer before the Eucharist. I do have a confession for my blog. I have been unsettled regarding someone, the long poem indicative. It is easier for me to fight her, than to forgive. To allow even a glimpse of care hurts intensely deep. There is so much care there it overwhelms. She means so much, yet she is so tough and truly distant. There is nothing I can do, except demonstrate to her I am strong, trusting in God. I think the poem said it well. I feel unrest within her soul, wanting so much to comfort and console. I must let go, allowing freedom. Plus, I am wrong so much in my feelings I do not trust them. I will not allow an overwhelming sense of compassion and admiration, a sense of calling and destiny, to rule my life, yet that is only words. I can only try my best. No resolutions. I try my best, comprehending how often I fail. I am far from perfect. I will try. Lord enlighten the darkness of my heart, give to me true faith, certain hope, and perfect charity, so that I may carry out Thy holy and true commandments. Amen