The Discalced Carmelite Nuns, Arlington Carmel, don't know me, and I don't know them. But, in a sense, they are my True North, the place that I run to and past everyday for strength. That's where I get my energy from.They are followers of St. Therese of Lisieux.
I ran Saturday morning, past Mt. Carmel, in anticipation of MotownRunnerGirl and her peeps, who will be running the half at the Detroit Marathon today.
Hopefully the sisters' influence on me, from 1,000 miles away from my northern friends, will help them out this morning.
I only did five (not my full nine because I've worked the past three nights and I've been waking up too late and without enough time to do the complete run and still chill before work). But when the Michiganders are running their race this morning, I'll finish my 'Saturday' run while I do a sympathy -- or envious, rather -- four right here in my hood, and toward my True North.I'm going to have to visit the monastery someday. Maybe the sisters sing vespers at Christmas? They should. For the real True North.
P.S.: Northerners, good luck. And MRG, don't forget to post your times. Or eat that juicy burger with a big, cold beer. :-D
QoD: At what point did you realize True North was calling you? And did you listen?
(Pictures from above from carmelnuns.com. St. Francis, at bottom, is mine.)
2 comments:
YOu should go and talk to them. Perhaps they would have interesting things to tell you. Plus, sometimes when we lack faith, it is inspiring to talk to people who have so much. Send them my way when you are done. LOL
seriously. me too.
thanks for the nice post and wishes. i can't wait to do it again.
hasta la pasta amiguita
margarita
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