Mary all around the monastery

For most of my life, Mary was pretty much a prop for good stories about Jesus. It wasn’t until after I was ordained, and began to face more deeply what it meant to be a woman called to serve God, that I began to search Scripture for tips, and ended up doing quite a bit of study about Mary. When my son went through some hard times in his teens and early twenties, Mary became a companion for me, one mom with another. I believe that all those who have gone before us intercede, in some mysterious way, for and with us in heaven, and I expect that Mary has a special affinity for moms with challenging sons.

It’s no real surprise that I became rector of a parish named for Mary, and that when I became a Benedictine oblate, that I made vows with the sisters of Our Lady of Grace (one of many, many names for Mary) Monastery.

On Saturday evenings, it is the practice of the sisters to end Evening Praise with a hymn to Mary, the Salve Regina, whose ancient words are sung in Latin. Most Roman Catholics are very familiar with it, and high Episcopal churches may add it to their liturgy. I don’t think I’d ever sung it until I started coming to the monastery eleven years ago.

Queen, mother of mercy:

our life, sweetness, and hope, hail.

To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve.

To you we sigh, mourning and weepingin this valley of tears.

Turn then, our advocate,those merciful eyes toward us.

And Jesus, the blessed fruit of thy womb, after our exile, show us.

O clement, O loving, O sweet

Virgin Mary.

There are images of Mary all about the monastery. It makes me wonder what inspired someone to place each particular image of Mary in each particular space.

Tree Stump Mary standing guard on top of the last bit of a chopped down tree next to the monastery.

Mosaic Mary in the midst of a garden.

Near Her Son Mary as one of the Stations of the Cross that surrounds the Sister’s cemetery,

and On Her Lap Mary as another Station.

At the Foot of the Cross Mary next to John the Beloved Disciple is in the very center of the Sister’s cemetery and the surrounding Stations of the Cross.

Our Lady of Grace with welcoming arms to all at the entrance to the monastery.

Stained Glass Mary at the entrance to the chapel of the Benedict Inn, the guest house of the monastery.

Stairwell Mary watching over our going ups and coming downs.

And Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner Mary who is there to bless our meals.

Blue being the preferred color of Mary, perhaps the Mary I’ve been most grateful to see this retreat Full of Grace is Blue Sky Mary; it makes Mary’s words sing in my heart:

My soul magnifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.

Full of gratefulness

As much as I love visiting family, as much as I love traveling with friends, as much as I love my job, there is nothing as sweet as a retreat at Our Lady of Grace. The thing that is especially filling my heart with gratitude on this beautiful fall day is the sense of Sabbath that fills these few days at the Monastery.

My mind is nearly completely away from responsibilities ( they’ll all still be around when I return), and my soul is filled with worship, good study, table fellowship, laughter, and sweet rest.

As I walked the labyrinth this afternoon after learning yet another way to pray using zentangles, the sky was bluer than blue, the air was fall crisp, and the trees were clapping their hands with autumn joy. I felt close to tears as my heart overflowed with thanks each step of that prayer walk.

When I was here on my last oblate retreat two years ago, I accepted God’s invitation to be a candidate for bishop literally as I walked the labyrinth on the same kind of gorgeous fall day and received a phone call asking me to put my name forth. Which I did and for which I was not elected.

After walking through the post- election grief last year, such a gift it is to be so very thankful for the abundant, abundant gifts God has poured on me like the snow and the rain that covered me on the labyrinth walk yesterday.

The other oblates leave in the morning, but I’ll have nearly three more days to reflect on St. Benedict’s Chapter 7 on Humility.

Cold, Drizzle, Snow, Rain

I did get to walk the labyrinth this afternoon. It was coat, hat, wool scarf, and gloves weather.

A short way in, a light drizzle began. A way further and the drizzle turned into snow. I laughed with delight.

My laughter turned all too quickly into the fastest labyrinth walk ever as the snow became a downpour of cold, cold rain.

A few moments later, never had a cup of chai tea tasted better!

I’ve also learned a new prayer style using an iPhone app called Word Collage. I’ll end with a meditation based on the words of Julian of Norwich:

(Here are the actual words:

Thanking is a true understanding of who we really are.

With reverence and awe we turn ourselves around toward the working that our Good Lord incites us to do, enjoying and thanking with our real selves.

True thanking is to enjoy God.)

Humility at Our Lady of Grace

Oversleeping the first morning of my oblate retreat at Our Lady of Grace Monastery having set my alarm for tomorrow and forgetting today.

But God got me up just in time. Quickly putting on a pair of jeans and quickly brushing my teeth, I walked showerless, coffeeless, and break–fasting to Morning Praise. My first meal of the day therefore being the Bread of Heaven and the Cup of Salvation and my first words, Lord open our lips and our mouth shall declare your praise.

The time following worship on our schedule was set aside for “reading and reflection”. My reading and reflection was doing mindful getting ready for the day. Finding food for a silent meal, and then finding even more food when I went to our first session. Rather than no food at all, I found a feast.

It’s very cold and rainy, but my phone predicts dry weather before the next session. There’s a labyrinth still to walk and the beginning of fall colors to enjoy.

And our chapter in the Rule of St.Benedifct that is our study this week? Chapter Seven: Humility. A very good place to stop and pray.