Grade 6 memory work, Miss Pitman, William White School:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
|Ste Marguerite d'Youville, Foundress of the Grey Nuns|
I couldn't write about joys until I had chewed on and vomited, in a sense, the experience of the film "We Were Children." Doris's Mum was taken at 5 in 1931 from Montreal to Shingwauk, a residential school near Sault Ste-Marie. Her Mom died a few years ago, and her aunt who was 3 years older, is still living. Her Mom would never talk about it. April 24 - 27 there will be a Truth and Reconciliation Commission in Montreal at which First Nation people will tell their stories in a variety of ways - depending on what feels safe - and their stories will be recorded. It is our responsibility to attend and hear their truths.
I pray that this may also happen one day in the not to distant future for those who were abused in our churches by priests and lay people in the past. Truth and Reconciliation. Reconciliation can only come after the truth is told - and before the truth can be told, the Church has to create an environment where truth-telling is called forth. I live in hope.
And from that - we held our clergy conference at the Manoir d'Youville in Chateauguay. Last night it began to snow - and snow - and snow! The photos were taken early this morning walking the grounds. Three deer - or possibly two deer, but one twice. In the distance. A cardinal singing so cheerfully and so very RED. A tiny bird's empty nest - I wonder what kind of bird raised its family there last year? Mrs. Tudor, I almost put an apostrophe in 'its.' But I remember - spring 1963 - Roslyn! in red ink - and I've lived in terror ever since of getting it wrong. :-)
|Unfortunately, I cannot claim credit for this photo :-)|
I still feel a little guilty playing with the laser - as she can't catch it and doesn't know. I do. Cruel streak? But she loves it and goes mad. And then I'll gaze in peace at the snow outside my window and be thankful.