Four years ago after Notre Dame Sister Dorothy Stang was murdered by hired gunmen on a lonely road in the Amazon rainforest, Marlene DeNardo was invited by the Sisters in Brazil to spend a study week with their novices and younger Brazilian Sisters. The invitation was a welcome one for Marlene, who, as an SNDdeN,
by Sr. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Slow down Stop the hurry. Be still and quiet so the words that tiptoe along the edge, that pause just beyond the horizon of thought, can find you and you can hear them when they tap-tap at the door of your heart.
Photo and text by Sr. Jon Julie Sullivan, SNDdeN …a good lesson to me whenever I am at the eastern seacoast. The huge edges of the land meeting the sea always seem to have random spaces where earth has blown in and the birds or wind have planted a surprise. I am reminded again that
Photo and text by Sr. Jon Julie Sullivan, SNDdeN Just around the bend is how each new day begins. In many ways we are simply on a path Cleared and opened by those who are ahead. What grace there is in appreciating them And hoping someone knows how we were Part of the road makers
by Kay McMullen, SNDdeN I am the way. I am the temple’s veil split open into uncharted wilderness. Water is wine now. The crippled limb is whole and the poor own the Kingdom. I am the empty tomb where failures are broken apart and your sorrows split open into resurrection and life.,
By Sr. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Could it be enough to stop the doing? Could it be enough only to take time to sit here? Could it be enough to stop and sit here to watch a bird to learn to see a tree? Could it be enough just to say thanks?
by Kay McMullen, SNDdeN With Mary, I say “yes.” (Luke 1:26-28) The light is pale, gray. Wind tosses the branches of the redwoods up the hill. Here, more protected, the oaks are quiet until a stirring, then calm again. Everything–wet, green and gray but sweet with the scent of rain. For a moment I know
Photo and text by Sr. Jon Julie Sullivan, SNDdeN Zoos are not places I like to visit. Over the years it has dawned on me that not all zoos have fences and cages and we wild people are often in the crowd. But a friend needed pictures for her art work and we went to
By Sister Edna Maier, SNDdeN Several years ago I found myself in Israel on a bus filled with tourists. We visited many of the holy places but the one place that stands out in my memory was our trip to Mount Tabor. I was really excited about getting to the top of that mountain, seeing
Sr. Edna Maier, SNDdeN has found many opportunities to serve God’s people by “getting off the bus.” She got off the bus of eight years of teaching high school math to follow the call to teach math at Norfolk State University, a predominately black college, which lasted seven years. This brought her to a new