The day saw sunrise at 05:37 and sunset will perhaps dazzle this evening at 2039. As my days decrease in number, which makes me sad, at least they are longer and brighter. The Ave Maria Bell, would that it would ring at 2100.
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In the Novus Ordo calendar today it is the Feast of Mary, Mother of the Church and it is also, incredibly, the Feast of Paul VI (+1978). I find it ironic that his feast day falls on MONDAY of the OCTAVE of PENTECOST, given that he deleted the Octave of Pentecost from the Roman Calendar for the Novus Ordo. And, yes, I know all about the story of how Paul VI arrived at the chapel to say Mass on this day and was surprised to find GREEN vestments. I know about how he asked the cerimoniere why there there GREEN vestments because it was the Octave of Pentecost. It is entirely familiar to me how the MC responded that there was no more Octave of Pentecost, that it was abolished in the reform. Too well I know Paul’s shocked question: “Who did that?” and how the MC responded, “You did, Holiness”. I know that Paul VI wept. I know all those things because I am the origin of that story, which was told to me back in the 80s by an old papal ceremoniere who was present and saw it. I recounted the story in The Wanderer for which I wrote for years and, before that, in the Catholic Online Forum of Compuserve of which I was the administrator (since 1992!). The story rapidly made the rounds but, in the English speaking world at least, I’m the source. Take it or leave it, up to you.
I sometimes ask myself about the likelihood that, say, a father of a family who, in his decisions or waffles, allows his family to fall apart when he might have held things together could in any way be thought to be manifesting heroic virtues, in particular the virtue of prudence.
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Last night I was strolling along and the various evening smells of the City would tickle my nose… garlic here… wood smoke there… and then… JASMINE. And I don’t mean the famous Jesuit. Jasmine! It’s really going to work right now. Anyway, I looked around and didn’t see any. Then I looked up. WAAAAY up there was a Jasmine plant on a balcony. You see, in the evening as air cools it convects its way around the streets and the scent of the jasmine from high above diffuses below. It’s lovely and intoxicating with memories for me.
In this pic you can sort of see how Jasmine wreathes many doors along the street. This is the beginning of the Via dei Cappellari, where there is a shop and apartment that would be great for a Chess Cafe.
I have found a couple of good places here in Rome, but it is going to take a lot more money than I have. I shall start asking God about His money. He has a lot of money. Please, Lord, I need quite bit.
Happy rondini were really going at it this morning outside the church. Along with rondini you can hear someone pulling luggage and there is a hated seagull nearby. I hate seagulls, by the way.
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Wine from traditional Benedictines in France. Benedictines are sure doing great things right now, even in death, like Sr. Wilhelmina!
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” father of a family who, in his decisions or waffles, allows his family to fall apart when he might have held things together could in any way be thought to be manifesting heroic virtues, in particular the virtue of prudence.
Sounds like King David who turned a blind eye to the rape Tamar, whose festering wound led to the rebellion of Absalom.
Joab had something to say as King David wept.
Where was our Joab as Paul Vi wept?
Compuserve! That’s a blast from the past. I will pray for a miracle for your finances, Father. Also, praying for your mother.
I can believe that Paul IV wept over the end of the Octave of Pentecost. It is the thinking of the modern age that while one can be sad and even regret a destructive action the consolation is that it had to be done and one must not backtrack and undo it.
I’ve heard this sentiment from every day people about things they express sadness over but at the same time reassure themselves it was best.
I can imagine how lovely the jasmine must be. We trimmed back our lilac last year and while we didn’t kill it, it didn’t bloom this year. Such a lovely scent. I miss it this year. I must find out if jasmine will grow here.
Those are happy and fast rondini! I can see why you like them, but I do wonder about your despising sea gulls. I wonder what your motivation is, they are pushy about scraps and food? Yes, they will come down and steal the cookie right out of your hand, but I have had to catch a few for rescues, and they are pretty easy to catch, and when you put your hands on them, they don’t peck at you, which I appreciate. They’re pretty mild and go right along with you, at least, the two I rescued. Being a hobbled seagull is hard though, you will starve. I saw a teen jump on one at our local beach and broke the gull’s wing. He didn’t mean to do it and was sorry, but that’s what happened. Two summers ago I took photos of seagulls as I threw bread in the air. The pictures were stunning, white as white can be gulls against the bluest of skies, and in flight with wings curled they were like ballet dancers! They hover as well as helicopters. There are many kinds of gulls, and a day at the beach, wind in your hair, sun on your face, the surf, gulls squawking, and a nice picnic lunch, is a summer delight.
God be with your Mom, you, and may He bless you with your heart’s desire.
Oh, gosh. The smell of jasmine reminds of New Orleans, about 35 years ago and a wonderful Jesuit (!) Priest (RIP). He was pastor of Most Holy Name of Jesus, a huge, glorious Gothic church that doubles as the chapel for Loyola University uptown. He was old-timey, orthodox, and loved the solemn and reverent celebration of the liturgy–Mass and Vespers. We thought that they made him pastor to get him out of the way, so that his pesky traditional ways wouldn’t sully the progressive Theology department. He liked to take a walk around the residential neighborhoods after supper. The smell of jasmine was strong about this time of the year. God Rest Fr. Dan.
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