I thought I’d share the above needlepoint with you. It’s kind of an expression of how I try to live. And the story of how it came to me is pretty cool also. One of our sisters made it and gave it to another sister, Carleen Lynch, who was my spiritual director and good friend. Carleen died suddenly 9 years ago, and I (along with many others) was devastated. I still miss her very much.
Anyway, fast-forward to 2001…I was in Washington, DC doing some committee work, and my birthday happened to fall on that weekend. I had come early and spent some time with Sr. Janet Mock, one of Carleen’s best friends. Janet had dropped me off at the house of studies where the committee was staying. The next day I came back to my room and found a rose, this framed needlepoint, and a birthday card from Janet saying that she and Carleen had had a talk that morning, and they both agreed that I should have this.
So, anyway, this is what I see on my way out of my bedroom every morning. It reminds me of both of these good women.