As I write, I’ve been away from home for eight days. Last Thursday I flew to Kansas City for the annual Chesterton Conference, delighting in the “laughter and the love of friends” which always characterizes that delightful gathering.
I’m currently enjoying a few relatively restful days at home in the midst of a maelstrom of travels. Last week I was in the Vendée, a region of France which resisted the secularism of the French Revolution with heroic faith and armed resistance. I was there to teach an intensive week-long course on literature at Chavagnes International College.
I’m betwixt and between travels. Having spoken at the Summer Consortium at Christendom College in Virginia last weekend, I fly to France tomorrow to teach an intensive course at Chavagnes International College, returning home on the 27th.
The live action, as I write on this Thursday morning, is a moral dilemma concerning what we should do with a dying raccoon. I can see it from my office window.
This morning, as I gave our son Leo his breakfast, I pulled down the statue of St. Elizabeth of Portugal and placed her in a prominent place in the kitchen in honour of her feast day. She’s a favourite of mine, a queen who has something of the fairytale princess about her (not of the Disney variety!). I bought the statue several years ago during a visit to Lisbon to give some talks.
Solemnity of the Sacred Heart, 2019 No travels since the last time I wrote but there’s been lots of activity on the home front. Last Saturday, we watched Evangeline performing at our local parish in a musical adaptation of “Daniel in the Lion’s Den”, the culmination of a theatre camp she’d been attending all the […]
Much water has passed down the Ladydale creek since last time I wrote. Many things have happened and some things that were meant to have happened failed to happen. With respect to the latter, I was meant to be in Croatia last week.
Sometimes I think I’m married to Snow White. I’ve already mentioned that Susannah has every squirrel and chipmunk in the neighbourhood eating out of her hand (literally). This doesn’t really worry me, though it means that our birdfeeder has become squirrel territory, which translates as “no birds allowed”. As someone who has long enjoyed watching the birds at the feeder whilst drinking my morning espresso, this is a little irksome. Now, instead of the silent serenity of avian visitors, I find myself besieged by squirrels, peering through the window or, in the case of a male whom my wife has aptly called “Jumpy”, jumping up at the window to demand to be fed!
As I write, I should have been on a plane, headed to Tulsa. I was supposed to be giving a talk at the Idea of a Village Conference at Clear Creek monastery but the event was cancelled due to damage caused in the area by tornadoes. I heard that no fewer than 23 tornadoes were reported in the vicinity in a single day. In consequence, and unexpectedly, I find that I will have a weekend at home with the family. As it’s unexpected, we have made no plans, which is the way I like it.
I’ve been travelling a great deal over the past week.