A memory from May 22,2016

Today's memory is from May of last year. We gathered at the steps to participate in the   NYLC's Sacred Sites  program.

 

There was music and readings. I made several of the "sacred stars" , created for the original event one year ago, with the help of Anthony and our photographer captured the moments and the people. 

I brought one of the signs that I have made for Founders Day . As New York City tears down it's architectural history and builds itself anew, I find myself feeling less at home here as it's streets become less familiar to me with each passing day. Landmarking is one way to preserve what little now remains of what once was. After everyone had placed candles on the steps, we combined them to spell out words that best conveyed the moment. This is something that I have done several times since the night of August 22nd, 2015 and I do it to send a message of hope to those that pass by . I have always hoped that these simple words might help someone or encourage those that see them to go forth from this spot feeling more love, joy and hope. 

I think that there are numerous ways in which a sacred site can impact the lives of those who live near it, rely upon it and just happen to be passing by. A reminder of LOVE may seem simple but in our day and age and city, perhaps it is life saving to see this word. Maybe it feeds someone soul. I'd like to think that these words have the potential to inspire. I know leaving these words behind does soothe me and does express my wish for our world at large. 

Each night , for hundreds of nights, the faithful have gathered to pray for a miracle. In person or by phone (a modern day miracle, in and of itself) .

Interested? Try doing what I sometimes did: rosary in your pocket, listening via ear piece , phone on speaker/mute, as you wander about your day. The voices of others drift in and out as your awareness shifts from the here and now to the place and the past .

Mementos

I love holidays. They are often all that distinguishes one day from the next. I left this at the steps in honor of those , past and present, who hailed from Ireland and helped to create this city, country and church of ours. 

Green

A very belated wish for a happy Saint Patrick's Day. 

Rest In Peace

A thought that I came across & now ponder as we face the future. Perhaps this will hold true. 

Beautiful tokens left at the steps made for this lovely still life. The hearts may have been scattered by me. They would have been the last things that I left there before this house became, for me, the home of others and in a very real way, no longer mine to love, visit, pray at or feel any sort of connection to . R.I.P.