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Be glad, let earth be glad, as glory floods her,
ablaze with light from her eternal King,
let all corners of the earth be glad,
knowing an end to gloom and darkness.
Rejoice, let Mother Church also rejoice,
arrayed with the lightning of his glory,
let this holy building shake with joy,
filled with the mighty voices of the peoples.
Alleluia alleluia! Christ is risen, Christ is truly risen!
It always feels bizarre to share the Holy Week review during Eastertide (here was last year’s) but here were are. This was the most somber Holy Week I may have ever experienced. It’s a story for another day but I really clung to Mater Dolorosa, combining my sadness with hers. It helped.
Hoping to document 52 weeks of good things!
Five Good Things…
- The importance of photographs and home videos. // I finally took the videos off of my phone and saved them onto an external hard drive for the kids. (The long-term plan is to combine all of our photos/videos throughout the years and put them all in this one space.) I can’t tell you how many times I noticed the kids watching them this week, laughing and reminiscing. Memory keeping, not the perfect images for social media but the real everyday messy minutiae, is so important. I’m inspired to start printing and framing photographs everywhere.
- The last pigs off to the butcher. // This did not go as smoothly as last month but it’s done and we’re enjoying the break. Taking the summer off and then we’ll figure out piglets in the fall.
- Writing thank you notes. // So many times, I think about thanking someone for their kindness but never actually send the note. This week, I actually sat down and wrote. I want to make it a point to do more of this in the future! In a world so dark and angry, people should know that their kindness is noticed and appreciated. My new motto: send the note.
- Reading slowly. // With so much going on right now, my reading life has been reduced to almost nothing. I’ve been plodding along with Green Dolphin Street since early March at a pace of 15-30 pages a day. (And this is an epic novel at almost 600 pages!) Considering this a good thing because the story is lovely, it allows me time to appreciate the writing and vivid descriptions of place, and forces me out of that ridiculous compulsion to read a certain amount of books per month/year/lifetime.
- A much-needed nap. // I have not been sleeping well lately so this was welcome!
a photo from last week! (credit: G.M.)
Contemplating Holy Week with Art //





Reading //
- Κυριακή των Βαΐων from Catherine at Pleximama
- Mary’s Fiat from Our Lady of Clear Creek Abbey // Quoting Dom Prosper Guéranger: “As the heavenly Father had waited for her consent before He sent His Son into the world: so, likewise, He called for her obedience and devotedness, when the hour came for that Son to be offered up in sacrifice for the world’s redemption. Was not Jesus hers? her Child? her own and dearest treasure? And yet, God gave Him not to her, until she had consented to become His Mother; in like manner, He would not take Him from her, unless she gave Him back.”
- On Charlotte Mason and Tattooed Sons from Heather Mills Schwarzen at Commonplace Quarterly //
I am not disappointed because Charlotte Mason took great pains to describe education as “a large room,” and I believe her. A room outfitted with the most beautiful furnishings and lavish tapestries still has corners where dust might gather, and my son, through the workings of the Holy Spirit, has been led into those places to serve. I didn’t know this, of course, when I introduced him to the couch of history, so ornately upholstered by the men God emboldened to lead His people. I couldn’t see it when he set to exploring the wardrobe of music or the cabinet where all of the greatest scientific minds held court. I saw my son touring the vast expanse laid out before him and assumed he would be inspired to try and add something to that large room. Instead, the appreciation he gained as he listened to fairy tales and observed birds in flight lit a different fire in him altogether– the desire to protect and defend that very room.
New Additions to The List //
- Blessed Hanna Chrzanowska, RN: A Nurse of Mercy by Gosia Brykczynska
- Star Lore: Myths, Legends, and Facts by William Tyler Olcott
- Roman Pilgrimage: The Station Churches by George Weigel
Loving //
- this soap from Ginny Sheller // Smells great!
- this poem:
from the archives…
WEEK SIXTEEN 2024 // Little Moments of Delight pt.2