Monday, June 28, 2021

Last Chaplaincy Class - June 30, 2021


https://youtu.be/ei54clvS1m4

Somewhere to Begin

by T. R. Ritchie
Sung by Sara Thomsen

People say to me, “Oh, you gotta be crazy!
How can you sing in times like these?
Don’t you read the news? Don’t you know the score?
How can you sing when so many others grieve?”
People say to me, “What kind of fool believes
That a song will make a difference in the end?”

By way of a reply, I say a fool such as I
Who sees a song as somewhere to begin
A song is somewhere to begin
The search for something worth believing in
If changes are to come there are things that must be done
And a song is somewhere to begin

Additional verses: 2) Dream… 3) Love…

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

My Resiliency and Self-Care Tools for Body, Mind and Spirit

Welcome to my resiliency and self-care tools project. For this project, I used various art forms such as drawings, paintings, videos and music to represent the tools that ground me and bring me back to what is most important in my life. The resiliency and self-care tools support healthy growth for my body, my mind and my spirit. 



I started by creating small drawings and paintings on card stock paper that represent a particular tool. The one below is the faith tool and below that the prayer tool.









 















Sunday, August 30, 2020

Re-play: Cynthia (Sam) Bowns preaches on women and the diaconate


https://youtu.be/_PYWXK0_jqM

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All of us at Catholic Women Preach were heart-broken to hear of the passing of our dear friend Cynthia (Sam) Bowns. Sam was a remarkable woman and witness of faith, a gifted preacher, and a strong advocate for women in the Church - particularly the restoration of women in the diaconate. We are honored to re-present her preaching from Easter Season in May 2017 for today's Memorial of Saint Phoebe, the woman named "deacon" by Paul in Romans 16 who likely delivered and interpreted the letter to the community in Rome. May Sam delight in the fullness of God's loving presence, just as all who met her delighted in hers.

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Prayer for Peace performed by Bridget Mary Meehan


SERMON: "The Great Commission" Birthed White Supremacy!

https://youtu.be/6ZXD_s3sH3s

How did we get here? All over the world people are marching in the streets proclaiming, “Black lives matter.” Millions have defied the fear of the corona virus, and taken their lives into their hands to venture out into the streets to protest the systemic racism that permeates institutions all over this planet. Even in Canada, where it takes a colossal effort to turn people out into the streets, even in Canada hundreds of thousands of people have defied public health orders to march against racism.

Songs for Ireland



Carmel Boyle sings Mary of the Gael A Song of St Brigid
https://youtu.be/hlsofT4lfuQ




Light the Fire by Liam Lawton
https://youtu.be/juAeEhRWZRk

In honour of St, Brigid (composed by Liam Lawton, January 1993)

There travels forth from the passages of history
A woman’s voice that is heard across the plains,
That calls once more, for a people of new vision
To heal our wounds and green our Earth again,

She spreads her cloak ‘cross the land and far beyond it,
A shadow cast on a people void of hope.
She speaks of peace and the chains that weigh upon it
And there her light shall glimmer from the oak
And all that binds the people shall be broke.

So light the Fire of God’s desire
Within all hearts, let sorrows end.
So light the Fire of God’s desire
God’s chosen one, Your peace upon us send.

And wells now dry, shall issue forth with plenty
To flow upon the sad and parching earth,
To make a prayer from the hearts now tired and empty,
To call on her to bring about new birth,
To make anew the greening of the Earth.

So light the Fire of God’s desire
Within all hearts, let sorrows end.
So light the Fire of God’s desire
God’s chosen one, Your peace upon us send.

And we today need a prophet of new vision,
To lift the low – the forgotten child to heed,
To be the voice of the wounded and the weary,
To plant anew a fresh and peaceful seed
To dance the dance of God’s own Blessed BrĂ­d.

So light the Fire of God’s desire…