Our Lady of Lourdes
A fifteen foot gold-leafed statue of Our Lady of Lourdes is commissioned by Bishop Michaud for the top spire of the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception of Burlington, Vermont, and is dedicated 15 May, 1904. [Source].
Burlington, VT, looking toward Lake Champlain and the Adirondack Mountains.
There was much talk last night at the convention about struggle and failure and getting back up and fighting to win and never giving up. Which is so important in politics and in many aspects of life.
"What are you trying to prove?" someone asked the other day. It's such a good question. It doesn't have to sound combative. Depending on the context. In Life? In Writing?
Sometimes I think I'm trying to prove my point. Or I'm trying to prove the truth or worth of something, yours or mine, me or you maybe. Or I don't know what I'm trying to prove. I don't know why I took that picture. No, I don't know what it means. No, I don't know why of all things this morning I woke up thinking, "write that down."
The statue of Our Lady was spared when the Cathedral burned and is now at Saint Anne's Shrine on Isle LaMotte in Lake Champlain, the shrine entrusted to the Society of St. Edmund in 1904. [Source].
I'm not trying to prove anything. I feel inspired, I feel full of doubt, I am full of ambition, I am surrendered, I am wrestling with demons, I'm trying to prove everything. I'm trying to prove the existence of God. There's nothing to prove. There's everything at stake. I have failed, I have succeeded. I'm aiming high.
Burlington, VT, looking toward Lake Champlain and the Adirondack Mountains.
There was much talk last night at the convention about struggle and failure and getting back up and fighting to win and never giving up. Which is so important in politics and in many aspects of life.
"What are you trying to prove?" someone asked the other day. It's such a good question. It doesn't have to sound combative. Depending on the context. In Life? In Writing?
Sometimes I think I'm trying to prove my point. Or I'm trying to prove the truth or worth of something, yours or mine, me or you maybe. Or I don't know what I'm trying to prove. I don't know why I took that picture. No, I don't know what it means. No, I don't know why of all things this morning I woke up thinking, "write that down."
The statue of Our Lady was spared when the Cathedral burned and is now at Saint Anne's Shrine on Isle LaMotte in Lake Champlain, the shrine entrusted to the Society of St. Edmund in 1904. [Source].
I'm not trying to prove anything. I feel inspired, I feel full of doubt, I am full of ambition, I am surrendered, I am wrestling with demons, I'm trying to prove everything. I'm trying to prove the existence of God. There's nothing to prove. There's everything at stake. I have failed, I have succeeded. I'm aiming high.
i cried reading this.
i love your writing, you.
i feel hopeful/scared.
i'm old enough to have voted for mc govern. i was living in los angeles, was young, thought everyone in the country thought the way 'the coasts' did, had no idea what was coming. since then i've never trusted the enthusiasm/excitement in election years.
yet, this seems like the right time, the right man. i'm hoping.
i'm voting.
love you.
xxx
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one more thing...
i am one of those who have come around about LBJ. for his education programs, his pushing through the bill that gave blacks the vote. i know it took him a long time...here's a johnson quote, from an editorial in the ny times today...
'their cause must be our cause, too. because it is not just negroes, but really it is all of us, who must overcome the crippling legacy of bigotry and injustice.'
i still am afraid, maybe worried is a better word, about the outcome of this election. still, i am excited, thrilled, this week. can't wait for tonight. fill a goddamn football stadium. indeed.
it is a magnificent day.
we shall overcome.
yes.
xxx
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I studied eleven years in Lourdes School, Quezon City. Right beside it, of course, is Lourdes Church, and I remember visiting the adoration chapel after school and looking up at the National Shrine of Our Lady, trying to prove that - by singing the national anthem, by praying the Rosary, by being chaste and diligent and free of mortal sin - I'm a good boy. I want to go to heaven and be happy, you know. Maybe all my life, in everything I do, I'll keep on trying to prove that I am at least worth that.
I thank you for a thought-provoking post.
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