Today I dropped by my spiritual advisor's monastery because I was in town. He asked me if I had a moment, so I chatted with the office manager while he went and got something. He came back with two books on prayer, several pamphlets and pages on prayer (St Joseph and the Divine Mercy, etc), and a real rosary. It was the rosary given to him to mark his fifth anniversary with the Benedictines. I was glad to have it with me as I found out several rounds of bad news; squeezing the handful of beads reminded me that I wasn't alone.
(And three non-monks wowed me with gracious gestures of their time. I had a good interview today with a principal even though I was in jeans. He asked if I could come in tomorrow, and I told him no that I'd be out of town. He asked if I could be there in twenty minutes: I said yes. A newspaper man talked himself into helping me as I sat silently on the phone. And, a grad school friend agreed to meet with me and my pastor boss to chat vineyards on our way to Virginia.)
Sunday, M gave me Anglican prayer beads with Anglican prayers. I like the Anglican prayers the best, but it has 33 beads. I prefer the 5 decades of the rosary. So, I think I'm going to incorporate the anglican prayers into my rosary. This is such flexidoxy! But, when I figure out what works, I'll share. I'm finding beads helpful-- they're tangible without being intrusive.
And, a friend gave me a Virgin of Guadalupe candle. I burn it every now and then. Three people have contributed to my faux Catholicism. It's nice to know people care enough to give!
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