PHOTO: Mary van Balen No, not a “lousy T-shirt.” While admitting to a bit of beach envy, I was happy to receive the bounty of my brother-in-law’s garden and produce from their refrigerator which would not last the week. Michael’s homegrown eggplant, peppers, tomatoes, and potatoes inspired me to create my own ratatouille this morning. I threw in some zucchini, onion, garlic, and fresh basil and thyme snipped in the rain from my potted herb garden.
Not only do I have lunch and dinner for a couple of days, I have an apartment filled with the earthy aromas of fresh vegetables and herbs. A perfect compliment to a grey, rainy morning.
With food prepared, the remainder of my day is free for writing, prayer, and errands that pile up waiting for a day off. As I go about my work the fragrance earth’s bounty will tease my appetite and the words of the Psalmist will fill my heart:
Bless the Lord, my soul!
Lord God, how great you are,
clothed in majesty and glory,
wrapped in light as in a robe!…
You founded the earth on its base,
to stand firm from age to age.
You wrapped it with the ocean like a cloak:
the waters stood higher than the mountains.
At your threat they took flight;
at the voice of your thunder they fled.
They rose over the mountains and flowed down
to the place which you had appointed.
You set limits they might not pass
lest they return to cover the earth….
From your dwelling you water the hills;
earth drinks its fill of your gift.
You make the grass grow for the cattle
and the plants to serve our needs,
that we may bring forth bread from the earth
and wine, to cheer our hearts;
oil, to make our faces shine
and bread to strengthen our hearts…
I will sing to the Lord all my life,
make music to my God, while I live.
May my thoughts be pleasing to God.
I find my joy in the Lord….
Bless the Lord, my soul.
from Psalm 104

News coverage of the riots and deaths stemming from rage at the short movie, “Innocence of Muslims” reminded me of a
“Blue Moon Over Cincinnati” Bill Ingalls/NASA via Getty Images (Originally published in the Catholic Times, September 9, 2012 © 2012 Mary van Balen)

The Catholic hierarchy is notoriously secretive. When they backslide again it will be hard to catch them, everyone involved must be hyper vigilant if kids are truly to be safe.
Sister Simone Campbell at the DNC On Wednesday, the Nuns on the Bus arrived at the Democratic National Convention and one of them, Sister Simone Campbell, stood on the podium to remind those with ears to hear that the Romney/Ryan budget “failed a moral test,” echoing the statement of the United States bishops.
As election day approaches, people of faith, no matter the denomination, have much to consider, including the implications of adoption of the Republican budget that includes huge tax cuts for the wealthiest, repeal of the Affordable Care Act, and budget cuts in programs like food stamps.
from the film: “The Intouchables” (Originally published in the Catholic Times, August 26, 2012 © 2012 Mary van Balen)
Then there was the Public Marketplace, as noisy and crowded as the garden was quiet and nearly empty. Booth after booth of fresh flowers were a riot of color and reminded me a bit of Thailand markets. Jewelry, clothing, artwork, fruits, vegetables, and yes, the fish market where crabs and whole salmon are tossed about. So NOT Ohio.

I thought about these things as I drove to spend the morning with my sister-in-laws learning to cook a healthy, meatless meal. My sister and I had a great time and eventually brought home some delicious food for dinner. I mentioned Rose of Lima and my discoveries about her.
Or maybe working two jobs to make ends meet. Or using the free time economic security provides to volunteer somewhere. It can mean eating less and more healthily (as my morning of cooking prodded me to consider), consuming less material goods. Just allowing oneself times of quiet and prayer can be challenging today.
“Gratia Plena” by Stephen Heilmer PHOTO: Mary van Balen
Abbot John Klassen OSB PHOTO: Sr. Edith OSB Part Two: “I am doing something NEW….”
PHOTO: Mary van Balen No need to remember past events, no need to think about what was done before.