That sounds like such an Irish thing to say. I bet she could cut you in two with her sharp wit. We could use a bit more of that these days, everyone is so concerned about not offending anyone.
Yes! It was pheasants. Someone brought pheasants to the convent and she ordered them cooked and served but it was Lent. One of the nuns objected and St Teresa replied "Lent is Lent but pheasants are pheasants:" and proceeded to eat the feast along with the other sisters. This is how I remember the story. I may have some details wrong but I remember being delighted when I heard it.
Yes I think that's it. I love those kind of stories about saints. They are not dominated by piousness but have the freedom to rejoice when rejoicing is called for.
One time someone brought a salmon to the monastery and I asked the Abbot if it might have been poached? To which he replied that if it wasn't poached before it would be when it got into the kitchen On another occasion an old monk was worried about the cost of a new car and said Mary and Joseph managed with a little donkey. To which the Abbot replied that Jesus and Mary would look funny heading up the motorway on a donkey
Had to up sticks at 3am in a storm, the poor old caravan was shaking like a leaf . Thank God am parked in a nice quiet forest near Coleraine. Waiting in the dark for first light to camp I have decided to call my caravan, Brigid.
Well after a series of little and not so little setbacks I am returning home today , defeated but very happy. The last setbacks are air in the gas lines causing the heating and fridge to fail . I also have developed a continuous cough and high temperature so its best to be safe since I am on my own. The weather forecast for the next week is awful too I will return into action later in the Spring when the weather is better But it was an adventure and I lived my little dream. But I have a huge, huge admiration for people like Brian who do this full time. Just one week of this really tried me Anyway homeward bound to a nice hit bath!!
I am very sad to hear you are ill. Praying and hoping for quick recovery. I am sorry your first post retirement camping trip fared so badly.
I am alright. So happy to be home, a nice hot bath. I had the most beautiful dream about heaven the other night. It concerned angels or the souls of the Saints travelling through vast distances. As they did so they had great grins on their faces. They were enjoying going these huge, huge distances so fast. It occurs to me how often we enjoy travelling so much. I love walking, I love camping. In his Summa Theoligica St Thomas Aquinas remarks , I believe that the angels can travel as fast as thought. It doesn't get much fast than that. But on the other hand angels might choose to travel fast but a little slower, just to go as quick as they like and enjoy it. Maybe that is why they had grins on their faces. I saw a Red Robin this morning outside my tent. I stood looking at him and he stood looking at me. It doesn't get much slower than that, but I guess it doesn't get much faster than that either.
I am afraid it looks very, very bad indeed as regards the Old Mass. I am very much afraid the Holy Father is determined to totally crush it. I don't know quite what to say apart from if being totally evil. As a layperson it makes me very, very,very sad. But for priests and seminarians my heart goes out to them. But you know Obedience lies at the heart of our Catholic Faith. I would guess it is wicked and evil what Pope Francis is imposing but I kinda think that he does have the power to impose it...
Obedience can be very difficult, especially when a very,very evil person is in charge. I don't know what else to say. We have an evil Pope. What to do? Only an evil Pope could order the suppression of the Latin Mass. Yet I accept his authority as Pope to do so. How to square the circle? Never mind . At the Feet of Mary I find peace. Praying to Our Blessed Mother.
Is it any wonder I have found peace not thinking anything at all about Pope Francis for the last year or two? The less I thought about him and his various abominable goings on, the happier I always was. Two years of peace. Now I am forced to think of him again. How awful it is. Never, ever, anything nice, always something awful. Now something totally, totally awful ..truthfully an abomination. The suppression of the Latin Mass. Dreck Boke.
The more I think of Pope Francis. the more I wish I were dead so I do not have to think of him anymore. He is a huge, huge, affliction. The Emperor Nero, Diocletan, Luther, Stalin, Mao Tse Tung, you name it, Pope Francis dwarfs them all. They were the enemies without. He makes Judas look like a boy scout.
