Here I am in Naples with a friar of a reformed Franciscan community. They lived in Euro-passenger train cars, their life very primitive and austere; they went barefoot throughout Italy. Padre Umile was the founder and had been encouraged by Padre Pio to begin the reform. I have no idea what happened to them. This was when I was living as a pilgrim, around the time I met Don Marco. My "habit" was denim, and I had a rosary on my belt that fell into the pocket on my jeans, and I wore the cross that Paul VI carried on his crosier, the same one later adopted by JPII. (Photo: c. 1975-6)Pray for me that I may be converted and return to my early love.
So nice to actually see what you look like Terry--I love the picture, and I will pray for you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lucky time to check on your blogs!!! I'm not sure what's up with all of the self-revealing photos and sketches and paintings, but I do hope you will keep everything up. The paintings are wonderful. I particularly love the hermitage icon, and the retablo crucifix. You are a special person for many of us!
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Thanks Tara - thanks Michael - I decided to hook up the scanner - hence the personal memorabilia - plus, people asked to see what I look like and what my art is all about. So, I'm posting away - especially since AR2 doesn't work.
ReplyDeleteYou are adorable! I thought, at the sight of your pictures, of Juan Diego and Our Lady's sweet words (said, according to JD with utter compassion and kindness)to him (and now to all of us):
ReplyDelete"Listen, and let it penetrate your heart, my dear little son; do not be troubled or weighted down with grief. Do not fear any illness or vexation, anxiety or pain. Am I not here who am your Mother? Are you not under my shadow and protection? Am I not your fountain of life? Are you not in the folds of my mantle? In the crossing of my arms? Is there anything else you need?"
Thanks Susan - I think of Our lady's words often.
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