Get your pilgrimage on!

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One of my favorite topics lately is going on pilgrimage. I’ve written about it before, and most recently in my latest book, Our Lady of Charity. I have a deep yearning to return to Rome, to travel to Mexico City to visit the shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe, to go on the Camino, to visit the Holy Land!

In short, I want to go on pilgrimage!

Enter Marge Fenelon‘s new book, My Queen, My Mother: A Living Novena. In this wonderful book, designed like a novena to the Blessed Mother, Fenelon takes us on a tour of Marian sites across the country. Frankly, much more do-able for me if I want to get on the road, like she did, but from a practical perspective, a pilgrimage from my armchair. I read the book over the consecutive nine days of the novena, reading about each site as I learned more about the country, the Blessed Mother’s titles here, and delved deeper into a spiritual practice that I already love! My next road trip is definitely going to be to visit The National Shrine of Our Lady of Good Help in Champion, Wisconsin!

In addition to the armchair pilgrimage and the ideas for new adventures, I was inspired to think intentionally about the local shrines that are available to me. Something as simple as a drive into town to visit churches near me is a pilgrimage. I’m inspired to look in my own area for opportunities to go on pilgrimage!

Ermita de la Caridad in Miami, Florida

To celebrate with Marge, I want to introduce you to the Ermita de la Caridad in Miami, a pilgrimage site in South Florida that was originally built by Cuban immigrants in the early 1970’s and has been my go-to place in recent years. Our Lady of Charity, the patroness of Cuba, is an important devotion for Cubans, and Cuban-Americans, and since the creation of the shrine, has been a growing devotion in South Florida. Don’t miss this little shrine if you find yourself in Miami on vacation.

The story surrounding this devotion is lovely and so pertinent for our times! In the early 1600’s, three men were out in their canoe gathering salt in the marshes surrounding the Bay of Nipe in Cuba. A storm came up suddenly, and tossed them about in the small boat. In their need, they called out to the Blessed Mother and the seas calmed, revealing a small statue floating in the water that was untouched by the waves. They took this miraculous statue back to their village and built a little shrine in thanksgiving, and the devotion grew, first in their village and then travelled with them across the whole island! It’s an inspiring devotion for all of us today, especially if we are feeling tossed around in a storm.

The shrine in Miami tells the whole history of the devotion and the impact of the Blessed Mother on the development of Cuba as a nation. As you read My Queen, My Mother and make plans for your pilgrimages, add this precious site to your travels! You won’t be disappointed. I mean, how could you? Our Momma wants you to get to know her intimately — and introduce you to her Son.

Read more about My Queen, My Mother Blog Tour from these dates!

by the water

collecting crabs

When my husband and I took a leap of faith a few years ago and disrupted our lives to take an early retirement, we moved to coastal Alabama and built a little cottage on Mobile Bay — the Bay of the Holy Spirit!

Let me just say that original name is everything.

This adventure has brought us new friends, new experiences, and, among other things, a crazy collection of animals visiting us. I’ve become quite adept at catching just about anything in a crab trap instead of crabs. That’s part of my story here.

Joyful Adventures

My mornings definitely involve coffee. and absolutely involve a little quiet time in prayer and journaling. Both go perfectly with the rising sun over the bay and the sounds of birds waking up. I’m afraid I bore social media followers with too many morning sunrise pictures, so I quit doing that, but let me assure you the sun still rises. Every day.

Those quiet morning hours have brought me quite a bit of entertainmentment. I’ve rescued turtles who’ve fallen into the pool, stepped on a copperhead, watched dolphins swim up and down the bay, caught catfish off the pier, scared away jack rabbits and raccoons, chased squirrels away from my tomatoes, mistaken a coyote for a really ugly mangy dog, watched a shark circle its prey before disappearing under the surface, photographed an alligator staring at me, and scratched my head when a wild boar washed up dead on our little beach. Who needs Animal Planet?

But nothing, nothing has brought me as much joy as the crab traps. That’s a lot to say because I am allergic to crabs. I’ve caught dozens of crabs, nearly all of them given away. But I’ve also caught a speckled trout, a shrimp (it wiggled out when I pulled up the trap), and just yesterday, a baby stingray.

I’ve caught a little faith, too. Well, maybe a lot of faith. I’ve learned a little something about myself and how grace flows through my life as easily as the tides move before my eyes. I’ve learned about hope, too, and that has come as a surprise. Every day I walk to the end of the pier and sit on the end to pray. Then I pick up the traps to take a peek inside. It is always with anticipation. Even if I haven’t baited the traps, I still pull them up out of the water hoping to see some little critter in there. Sometimes they are empty, sometimes not, but always I have this joyful anticipation that I’ll find something there. More often than not, I do have a surprise. And when I do, it’s shared — remember I can’t eat crabs.

Fishers of Men

Isn’t that what the Apostles did? Jesus went to find his Apostles among fishermen. Men who already knew and lived the meaning of hope and joyful anticipation. What fisherman doesn’t cast his rod with hope? And pull up his line with joyful anticipation?

 They became fishers of men with hope in the Lord. In my own little way, on the end of a small pier, I feel called to do the same. Every day begins with hope and joyful anticipation.

Jesus, I trust in you!

Quiet the Noise

This morning after an appointment in town, I took my journal to the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception to have a little quiet time with the Lord. While there is no exposition of the Blessed Sacrament in the middle of the morning on a random Wednesday, Jesus is certainly present in the Tabernacle and, I’m sure, welcoming a visit.

The Cathedral is always open during the day, and a lovely retreat from the activity of a busy town center. I was looking forward to the soothing silence.

Instead, I encountered a crew of workers cleaning the spacious window by the altar. There is a huge restoration project going on, and the stained glass windows are looking beautiful. The restoration, however, requires a mess and a bit of chaos first — as evidenced by the noise in what I thought would be a prayerful and silent retreat for me.

You have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet, I suppose.

The noise was not distracting at all. On the contrary, it became a little bit of white noise as I went deeper into prayer until it finally disappeared from my conscious awareness. It was only when I started to journal that I became aware of the noise again.

I had gone to the Cathedral to seek silence, and I found it in the Lord. He quiets the turmoil, the chaos, the noises that distract me from Him. I was grateful to experience this literal expression in order to really see with my eyes or rather, with my ears, what my heart already knew:

“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.”

~St Augustine of Hippo

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