I implore you to listen to your heart. Not in the trite metaphorical sense, but literally. Find yourself a stethoscope, sit down, and listen to that muscle throbbing in your chest. I did it the other day and it was mesmerizing. The first and most astounding realization was that my heart has been pumping blood to my body nonstop since I was a tiny human in my mother’s womb. When I really ponder that reality, it’s breathtaking. My heart has never stopped to rest. Through all th

You could write one thousand symphonies to the tune of “I don’t understand,” but no combination of chords will ever unlock the lockbox you were never meant to open. No, better to sing steadily into the night, letting your voice tangle with the heavenly harmony and float away with flaming tongues. You could blaze a trail through the wood, but no manmade path will lead to a lookout with the view you want to see. Better to keep running forward along the path ahead, through caver

Sometimes I hum those secret notes And imagine you can hear But this interlude is silent And it weighs heavy on my ears Maybe those four sharps Will prick you one day And the boys across the pond Will tell you the words I never got to say It's okay, they probably sang it better anyway

Today and every day may we be like hopeful children running into the arms of Our Blessed Mother, trusting that she will carry us safely and swiftly to her Son. Pray for us, Immaculate Conception!

"Meanwhile the boat, already a few miles offshore, was being tossed about by the waves, for the wind was against it. During the fourth watch of the night, he came toward them, walking on the sea. When the disciples saw him walking on the sea they were terrified. 'It is a ghost,' they said, and they cried out in fear. At once Jesus spoke to them, 'Take courage, it is I; do not be afraid.' Peter said to him in reply, 'Lord if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.'