We are beloved companions on a mystic journey, sharing our solitude and holding the world in the divine prayer of love.

"Place your mind before the mirror of eternity! Place your soul in the brilliance of glory. Place your heart in the figure of the divine substance. And transform your whole being into the image of the Godhead Itself through contemplation."
- from St. Clare's third letter to Blessed Agnes of Prague.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Morning Has Broken

Morning at Casa Chiara begins practically, in darkness, when MoMo, the hermitage Pomerhuahua tells us he needs to pee. Then we move to the morning room for first coffee, while Mo curls by the fireplace.

When the cups are nearly empty (and how does Mo know?), he heads down the hallway to our chapel, the west half of Christin’s office, and barks once, his sound for Oremus, Let us Pray. While Christin lights candles and incense, I organize the ribbons in the Benedictine breviaries we use to pray the canonical hours. We begin by renewing our marriage vows, then chant the Office of Readings and Lauds, even more special than usual this first Sunday of Advent. “Blow the trumpet in Zion, for the day of the Lord is near.” Between the two hours, we celebrate a communion service and share a time of contemplation.

We have enjoyed a steady, cleansing rain for the last several days, but as Lauds ends, the sun leaps into the sky and the raindrops clinging to our scrub oaks glisten like millions of tiny white Christmas lights. Morning has broken!


1 comment:

  1. How beautiful! This is the day of the Holy One, leaping upon the mountains, climbing all the trees, hauling up the sun which bears a reflection of the Divine Countenance! We rejoice and are glad in it all . . .