Showing posts with label Dona Nobis Pacem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dona Nobis Pacem. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2009

Do You Know What I Am?

Here's a riddle for you...click over to Dona Nobis Pacem and read today's entry. Can you guess what the picture is? Do you know what the poem is about?

Saturday, May 23, 2009

A Saintly Connection

This is Sainte Tulle, patron saint of the tiny Luberon village of Cucuron. I took this photo in April 2007 when I visited the village and its 14th century church, Eglise Notre-Dame-de-Beaulieu. When I returned home, I searched in vain on every Catholic saint website I could find, trying to learn more about Ste. Tulle. She simply doesn't exist--officially--anywhere. But to the villagers of Cucuron, she is their patron saint who saved their village from the plague that ravaged the Luberon in 1720. I remembered her this evening at church when Elizabeth spoke of forgotten saints in reference to Matthias, the man chosen as an apostle to replace Judas. In researching her once again on the Internet to write tonight's blog entry at Dona Nobis Pacem, I was startled to see that today, May 23rd, is the day of her festival in Cucuron. Ste. Tulle seems to be speaking to me across the centuries...what is the connection I'm supposed to make of this? It's a mystery...and a fun one!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Dona Nobis Pacem

It's insidious. It starts with a simple blog and a few entries about your life, your family, the things that you find fascinating. Before you know it, one blog isn't enough; there are things you want to share about other parts of your life--parts that everyone won't find fascinating, but that are important to you. Then one Sunday you have an a niggling thought, and a song begins to play over and over in your head. It's a simple Latin round from the 16th century...Dona Nobis Pacem. In the blink of an eye, a new blog is born! I am suddenly the author of a second blog, one that will be filled with another part of my life...the part that searches for spiritual meaning, the part that spills out in spontaneous poems of praise and prayer. You can visit at: http://www.evelyn-dnp.blogspot.com/. Let me know what you think.
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