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I got caught in a rainstorm coming back from noon Mass today. The gales tossed heavy blankets of water all down Baronne Street, and I ran from the shadow of eave to eave, happy to be free from thoughts of death row, or bedbugs, or anything that's made this first month such a struggle. Just rain.
Prayer and rain always make me think of Merton, tapping away to the sacred dance of raindrop on his hermitage rooftop. I love the way he describes storms in Rain and the Rhinoceros and in his journals. I can't articulate any specific memory of something he wrote, only the image of the monk in the Kentucky Nobs, praying and writing away. I miss my books here (sadly, voluntary poverty does not exclude personal libraries), though I'm slowly putting together my books. I can only ask for what I want the most, and its the indispensibles that I have in New Orleans- Geography of Faith from Dan, a couple of Graham Greene novels, an anthology of French poetry, a Dorothy Day book, and Story of A Soul. Besides my Baseball Prospectus, I probably miss having Merton's journals the most. I want to be able to go to him when I start thinking of these sort of things, when I want to know how to describe the rain.
Storms have nine days to roll over the Mississippi Delta. Next Wednesday she's bringing sunshine in one form or another.
Looking towards St. Patrick's bell tower and the Crescent City Connection. Feeling just like home.
Finally, peicing together my desk.
Prayer and rain always make me think of Merton, tapping away to the sacred dance of raindrop on his hermitage rooftop. I love the way he describes storms in Rain and the Rhinoceros and in his journals. I can't articulate any specific memory of something he wrote, only the image of the monk in the Kentucky Nobs, praying and writing away. I miss my books here (sadly, voluntary poverty does not exclude personal libraries), though I'm slowly putting together my books. I can only ask for what I want the most, and its the indispensibles that I have in New Orleans- Geography of Faith from Dan, a couple of Graham Greene novels, an anthology of French poetry, a Dorothy Day book, and Story of A Soul. Besides my Baseball Prospectus, I probably miss having Merton's journals the most. I want to be able to go to him when I start thinking of these sort of things, when I want to know how to describe the rain.
Storms have nine days to roll over the Mississippi Delta. Next Wednesday she's bringing sunshine in one form or another.
Looking towards St. Patrick's bell tower and the Crescent City Connection. Feeling just like home.
Finally, peicing together my desk.