My Friend

I would like to say that due to natural difficulties, the snow and cold, I was unable to sit down with a worm from the Growing Power Box for an interview today. But I cannot say that, since due to the AIR Insulation Resource system and the sun the sunroom was in the 60’s today. No it was not the worm or the weather’s fault. It was just I. However, today I did help my friend in Mothers Against Gun Violence learn the ways of wiki web sites; I did drive my friend, Ella, of Ella’s Patch Quilts, to the post office, and I did clean up the sunroom today. Now none of these are excuses for not doing the interview with a worm but it makes me feel better to say I did something with my time. Also today I did start a new web page of quotes of Thomas Merton sent to me from my friend in Holland. Thomas Merton is a well known Trappist Monk and writer of 50’s and 60’s. So in place of the interview with the worm I will offer you a Merton quote that I received from my friend today. By the way, the phrase “my friend”, which I constantly use, comes from the owner of the Middle East food store where I shop. The owner, Palestinian Arab Muslim, always greets me as “my friend.” Being of Lebanese heritage myself I understand and appreciate this name, my friend. So my friends covered for me today. Here is that Merton quote on Saints and Sanctity from my friend.

”True sanctity does not consist in trying to live without creatures. It consists in using the goods of life in order to do the will of God. It consists in using God’s creation in such a way that everything we touch and see and use and love gives new glory to God. To be a saint means to pass through the world gathering fruits for heaven from every tree and reaping God’s glory in every field. The saint is one who is in contact with God in every possible way, in every possible direction. He is united to God by the depths of his own being. He sees and touches God in everything and everyone around him. Everywhere he goes, the world rings and resounds (though silently) with the deep harmonies of God’s glory.” — Thomas Merton, Seasons of Celebration (New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1950), p 137.

Tomorrow we go from the holy monk to the holey worm.

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