My husband and I are about to head out to church, my beloved Shrine of the Little Flower, that was my family parish growing up. We are arriving before any planned mass - way before- to spend our own time feeling that sacred space and spread a few of my brother Mike's ashes in the rose garden. He loved it there as a kid, and thought he would have probably become a priest had the family not moved to a different state when we were young. Knowing Mike, as a priest he might have gone the way of Francis and Alan, getting tired of the bureaucracy. Or, he might have found a way like Merton to circumvent in a monastery for awhile and come out charged, ready to bring the holy spirit to Hollywood. Mike was charming and loved Hollywood. He might have just pulled it off. I miss him and honor him this Christmas.
What is everybody else doing this Christmas?
My love to you all.
Molly
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