I'm a Audible.com listener, and this is the latest. It's more of a lecture type format between the two authors.
Caroline's voice can come across as very cutting, yet I appreciate her honesty, and love the content. The passion they both have for the saints was such an education in perspective. It's a long one but I did enjoy.
I see the Virgin Mary in a whole new perspective after that book. Andrew Harvey has concentrated on the study of the Virgin Mary for most of his career. And his passion for the story of her life was really moving. Good stuff.
Random notes I wrote to myself while listening:
-- The old rules for living that once helped us survive are just not valid anymore. (I believe she means spiritually.)
--- I have a whole new perspective of what a "Dark night of the soul" means. Gives me a new look at my times of depression and grief.
-- Now I want to read stuff that takes me out of my finite self into my infinite self. She said look for brutal honesty like Emily Dickenson, Rumi, etc.
-- I will live in readiness for the unknown.
-- Recognize that healing has many expressions, but to only look to the body for healing is limiting.
-- Every day each of us is healing something….attitude, memory, addiction, some part of us always heals and never stops.
-- Stay in prayer every day
Things to say in Prayer
-- I know with God all things are possible
-- Hover over me God.
-- The Grace of God Pours into me. Let your Grace melt away everything that frightens me. I might not have enough faith today but grant me the faith I need to move forward. Hover over me God. Hover.
My friend told me about her blog, and said, "It's like she's holding my my hand through this path she is on." I'm sending love to Nancie and her friends and family out there in Australia.
Australia, now that's a place I've always wanted to go. I've had a fascination with the place since I was college student in Chicago, a time my kids think must have sucked because the iPhone wasn't invented yet.
I was visiting a friend that graduated already with a few friends of mine in Pensacola, Florida for spring break. He told me about his short time in Sydney in 1995.
He went to a bar with his friends, and everyone was ready to let off some steam after being on a military ship for weeks. He said there wasn't any music at all, and everyone was talking in hushed tones. My friend found a pretty lady to get some information.
"What's going on around here? Isn't this where people go to have fun?" he asked.
"Something terrible happened today. We're not celebrating tonight."
"Two children were killed."
"Well, that happens every day in Chicago. That doesn't stop us from living!"
And she looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Excuse me…children have died here for no reason today. You will not be celebrating. Not tonight." And the stranger turned on her heel and left.
It changed him, and he fell in love with the place. He wanted to go back there after he finished active duty.
Reading Nancie's blog about her journey has touched me deeply. Her vulnerability has shown a courage and strength only love provides. Reading about the support she has from her friends and family, nurses and doctors, validates the lesson that we are all in it together. It's changing me for the better, and I feel like she's holding my hand through it too. She brings me strength and resolve for life in a way I couldn't even try to explain.
Thank you Nancie, please keep writing.
When life gives you lemons, just add vodka. I love it.