by Sr. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Such a gentle time – We let the leaves fall, all that red and brown and gold scattering on the ground, while the clouds gather us in and we wait for the dry creek bed to be filled with rain. We wait for all things to be made green again.
by Sister Kay McMullen, SNDdeN My mother comes back from her errands up on the Avenue. She is wearing her favorite dress. It has soft blue and white stripes and the full pleated skirt swings as she walks. She is very pretty. I'm roller skating up and down our street under the hawthorn trees and
by Sister Kay McMullen, SNDdeN The struggle here is to touch bottom to find a foothold in swift currents in flood waters stirring forgotten dreams, discarded hopes, events that shaped or scarred a life. The struggle is to risk going under to feel cold green water like a knife to be cut off, separated
By Sr. Kay McMullen, SND An apple. A cup of tea. This black and bright universe eternally expanding beyond comprehension. Earth. Stars. And birth long ago today, always the Divine Child in you, in me in everyone who can see Mystery.
Refresh Your Spirit It's good to step back from the cares of the day and accept refreshment for our souls. One of the characteristics of Notre Dame spirit is celebrating the goodness of God in everyday life. Sister Jon Julie Sullivan's photographs and reflections make us look more closely at the ordinary things we see.
by Sister Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Go and tell them. Go out into Galilee. Gamble everything for love. Die. Break open. If you are to find God you must stop holding on. You are meant to fly out your window into the soft green trees, drift like a newlings feather down into the sharp scented yellow
by Sr. Kay McMullen, SND In 1986, I joined the staff at Notre Dame's House of Prayer and Villa Angelica in Carmel. At about the same time, Monterey County had its first diagnosed case of AIDS. In those days, we still weren't really sure how HIV/AIDS was communicated; in fact, there was still disagreement about