(Sister Patricia Owens O’Flannery, OP, a post-modern pre-traditional omni-spiritual Dominican sister, periodically contributes to AoftheA. Many of you are familiar with her, so my condolences to you. Today she offers her thoughts on St. Patrick’s Day. I hope.)
Regards and salutations, my beloved friends! May the sodality and sweetness of Sophia exceed the striated tissues of your heart, and ooze from every pore and orifice! Oh, and the warmest of Irish blessings to each and every one of you, on this, my favorite Catholic holiday! Well, after the Spring Solstice, of course!
I sincerely apologize for being away for so long. Valhalla knows how long it’s been – LarryD claims he was sure he told me his blog had moved to The Catholic Conspiracy (I love that name, by the way – it makes me feel even more enigmatic than I already am!), but in any event, it took me forever to track him down. I suppose I could have forgotten, as I have been terribly busy as of late – I was on a three month safari in the Himalayas towards the end of 2016 (it was all I could do to weather the storm of the election and realign my shakras!), and I just returned from a week-long sabbatical at Church’s Chicken. Take it from me, my friends – there is no better place in the world to take a sabbatical. So delicious! Honestly, though, I barely have time to breathe let alone write this post, because this afternoon I’m honored to be Grand Marshall of the Diocese of Walla-Walla St Patrick’s Day Parade! I know! Me, of all people! Many of you know that I taught school for many years in Walla Walla, before joining a Dominican order located in Michigan. So it’s like a homecoming! I get to see all my friends – well, the ones still living, anyway.
With time being a luxurious premium, I’ll keep this short, brief, to the point, and in as few words as possible. St Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland, snake handlers, coffee, and neighborhood pubs. Many dioceses in America have issued dispensations to allow Catholics to eat corned beef in celebration of today’s joyous feast, apparently because on Fridays in Lent we aren’t permitted to eat meat? When did that start?
Anyway, the Archdiocese of Detroit didn’t issue a blanket dispensation. Instead, we have to ask our priest for it. Our convent did just that, and thankfully, my bff Bishop Joan Houk of RCWP said we could (But she pooh-poohed my request for green sacramental wine. I never knew she was such a traditionalist!). Sr Jacques Daniels, our convent chef, creates the most creative culinary creations, and whips up a corned beef to.die.for. I only hope they leave me a few slices and a couple Guiness for when I return on Saturday.
I wish I could write more, because I have so much more to say! But alas, duty calls, and I have to be fitted for my Sacred Leprechaun outfit for the parade. And now that I’ve found AoftheA again, you can be assured that I will be posting more frequently. Not next week though – I’ll be whooping it up at Stonehenge for the Solstice celebrations!
My incense is always burning for you, my friends! May Godde’s compassionate compassion warmly and compassionately fill your heart with warm compassion! Ta ta!
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