10.06.2025 | Ordinary Monday

Thin Places and Ripening Fruit
Listening for the holy in the hush of October
 
Another warm, sunny morning in the Carondelet Garden. The raspberries are beginning to ripen in abundance, and there’s a gladness that rises with them. Their deepening color, their quiet transformation, it’s as if you can taste the sweetness in the air before the fruit ever touches your lips.
 
These are the moments that matter: the ones when we pause and breathe. As we move through this season, placing one foot in front of the other, we’re invited to slow down and listen—not just to the words spoken, but to the silences between them. In those pauses lie the nuances of conversation, the breath of the Creator, and the quiet turning of the ordinary into the extraordinary.
 
It’s in stillness that we find the Thin Places, the sacred spaces where heaven brushes earth. But we must be willing to stop, to listen, to receive.
 
This morning, I pause. And in the silence, I sense the potential for discovery, for grace, for something more. The garden hums with quiet invitation, and I am reminded: “Be still, and know that I am God.” In the stillness, the sacred becomes visible. In the hush, the holy draws near.