The Dominicans were, and are, the light showing me the way home.
Dear Ones,
Sisters and Associates and all of you who are born into a skin tent and still living on planet earth, I have been an Associate for twenty-five years and a searcher for 90 years.
It began with crying buckets with Sister Diane Zerfas and continued with crying more buckets with Sister Ann Walters. Somehow the sobbing helped me grow up into a person who loves to learn, loves people, and loves life.
As an Associate, I’ve spent countless hours studying, reading, attending workshops and classes, and learning contemplative prayer. These habits are now infused in my day-to-day life and make my life joyful at age 90. I feel I’m a Dominican.
As I write this, we are entering the season of Lent. I’ve been anointing my feet with foot powder, my blessed feet; a new practice for me this year.
The Sisters have helped me to thrive and to live more fully. My heart and spirit grew and sprouted in many directions of interest: music, arts, history, writings of famous people such as Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, Richard Rohr, Henry Nouwen, Thomas Merton, and the list goes on. The Dominicans were, and are, the light showing me the way home.
