Prayer and Spirituality

2:47 p.m. "I am invisible." I hear a woman's voice beside me in a room where an estate sale is underway. I take a minute to comprehend these words which are not what I expect.

I have never been a skittish flyer, but with the horrific violence in the news this morning, I feel somehow more vulnerable, more capable of being broken.

Heading out of the convent to work in the morning, I am focused on what's on my agenda for the day, not the near occasions of grace all around me. That's got to change.