Being a woman is hard. Seriously, no tiny violin here: authentic womanhood is painful, because we’re called to die unto ourselves in order to be who we’re really meant to be. Every day I have to choose to deny my selfishness in order to be kind and gentle. That’s why I cherish little moments like the one above where I escape the constant demands of life and get lost in a good book. I’m really blessed to have access to this amazing library on Parliament Hill. I never understand why I don’t see more employees here, but I’m not complaining. I love how silent it is.
I hope you find some silence this Holy Week. That together we can cultivate a bit of interior peace as we prepare our hearts for Triduum. If you’re not celebrating Easter, I still wish you silence and peace of heart, because those are lovely things no matter what you believe in.