Our 'Northern' magnolia--a tulip tree down here. |
“So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.”
These words from Mornings at Blackwater by Mary
Oliver were part of our Taize prayer here on January 18th and we
have been paying heed to their sentiment these winter weeks in the Crescent
City.
Charles and John celebrated Christmas in Seattle, WA and Mahwah, NJ
respectively while Bob remained here in NOLA.
We were together for New Years and celebrated by attending Mass at
Resurrection of Our Lord Parish in New Orleans East with our good friend and
major benefactor, Fr. MichaelJoseph Nguyen.
Colleen LaRocca [who is the parish secretary and a good friend to us],
her family and many parishioners then celebrated New Years watching the Saints beat
the Panthers 45 to 17.
Brs. John and Charles, Colleen LaRocca, and Br. Bob at ROOL Rectory on New Year's Day |
That same week
John was at Holy Cross HS on Monday as part of his work with the School
Leadership Program of Greater New Orleans, [SLC] and Bob and Charles returned
to Operation Helping Hands [OHH] and Lantern Light respectively.
Br. Dan Casey at the final OHH house: A reflective moment. |
Br. Dan Casey came for visitation from January 4 through 8
and was able to visit OHH and Lantern Light as well as be present for the
ceremony marking the official end of the Operation Helping Hands program which,
since Hurricane Katrina, gutted 2,000 houses and rebuilt 200, using mostly
volunteer labor, permitting the poor to return home. Allison Maraldo, who continues with
Americorps, was the project manager for this last house and is pictured below with
Mrs. Thomas, the homeowner, before the ceremony began.
Allison and Mrs Thomas in front of the house. |
During the second week of January, John visited the Academy of the
Sacred Heart on St. Charles Avenue and Pope John Paul II in Slidell for
SLC. Ray Vercruysse was here to work in
several schools, and John worked with him at Archbishop Shaw HS, a
Salesian school, on the Westbank on Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday, John attended an in-service for
principals of Catholic high schools working with the SLC program and was
invited to take on two more high schools.
Sr. Jeannie Humphrey, OSU who taught with John at St. Philip Neri
in the Bronx visited us on Sunday of the third week with a friend, Sr. Susan
Francois, CSJP. On January 17 John had a
formal SLC “Discovery Walk” at Academy of Our Lady in Marrero and on Wednesday,
we had about 25 people for Taize prayer downstairs, and a reception afterwards
upstairs.
That's Allison with the pink bandana, Molly to her left--rapt attention! |
On Friday the 20th, Americorps volunteers, with
their coordinator, Jessica McKeown, came to Constance Street for a reflection on leadership that
John facilitated. They came after work
from 5 to 6:30 PM; it is assumed the applause at the end was motivated by
relief as much as appreciation.
Although, why one agrees to facilitate a reflection with mainly 20
somethings on Friday after work is unknowable.
Whatever. . .
Brothers Bob, Charles, John and Gerard Bennett at the dinner table. |
Speaking of our volunteer program, Bob is devoting Tuesdays now to
recruitment and although OHH’s building projects have ended, Bob’s work
overseeing finances and the completion of many projects continues.
We are delighted that students from O’Dea and Vancouver College
are coming in March. Vancouver is working with Habitat for
Humanity and staying at Camp Restore which is a Lutheran volunteer
program. We also look forward to the
visit of the band and choir from St. Thomas More in Burnaby, BC and hope others
continue to include New Orleans in their ministry plans.
Below the full text
of Mary Oliver’s poem—a wonderful meditation on awareness and life.
Mornings at Blackwater
by Mary Oliver (from “Red Bird: Poems”)
by Mary Oliver (from “Red Bird: Poems”)
For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
And live
your life.
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