thoughts on this feast of St. Rose of Lima

A rare shot of the pelicans, undisturbed by Otis.
A rare shot of the pelicans, undisturbed by Otis.

I alluded to the fact of not quite explaining our move to the Gulf coast recently, yet I’ve posted picture after picture of some of the amazing views of our new life in Mobile. There’s a story, of course, and it kind of begins with my book, My Badass Book of Saints, which features St. Rose of Lima in one of the chapters, and ends with building a dream cottage on the water.

Or maybe, that’s where the story begins.

We’ve settled into a life of retirement, and although I always promised myself that when I retired I would sleep until noon, it’s impossible to sleep past 6:00 AM around here. First of all, the sun finds my eyes at just about 5:55 AM. It wakes me enough to clamp a pillow over my face, but I’m lucid enough to hear the Angelus bells ring at the little church nearby, so I’m out of luck. Or in luck. Or actually, blessed to be called to prayer. Ain’t no going back to sleep after that.

It’s a tough life. I highly recommend it.

The church is named St. Rose of Lima, and were it not for St. Rose, I’d still be teaching college, and we’d still be telling Otis to quit chasing squirrels. It happens that while on a weekend getaway to the area, we were looking for a church and picked St. Rose because, well, I’d just finished writing about her. My husband was looking for a church and when he saw the name he thought he’d surprise me.

Boy, did he surprise me. It turns out, there was a for sale sign in the area, and before we knew it, we were moving into this house he built in a year. There’s more, but I’m kind of holding onto that for a while.

In the meantime, I’m writing books instead of teaching college. And Otis? Well he gave up squirrels. Now he’s chasing pelicans.

Details in the Background

detail

I didn’t even notice this little guy until I saw him through the lens. I’ve walked past this plant a dozen times, but on this day, I happened to have my camera and was shooting random things for the fun of it.

I saw something, this little detail against the green backdrop of leaves, jump out once I changed my perspective. How many times could we benefit from a change of perspective — viewing something ordinary we take for granted or don’t see at all, and look with a new lens, a different point of view. Who knows what we’ll see.

Look Up!

storm

This week’s photo challenge, asking us to look up, makes me think of a million things. I’ve been looking up an awful lot lately, and it has all been grand.

The storm in this picture looks like it is way off in the distance, but all I had to do was look up to see more of the same. I love it when the heavens open up like this. If you’ve followed my extended absence from blogging on my social media posts, you’ll know we’ve moved to a new part of the country. It seems like every day I’m looking up to see what heaven is sending my way. I hope to never stop.

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