Flag Story Quilt by Faith Ringgold

ARTFUL WRITING on Memorial Day

HAIL! All fallen soldiers who spilled their precious blood to secure freedom in our homeland.  Their sacrifices remind us to fight to preserve freedom now and for generations to come.  I believe they would want us to rise above the pandemic, resume life in work and worship to embody our  inalienable rights:

Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

The Stars and Stripes flag inspires this acronym:

F – Fight for Freedom

R – Remain calm and civil

E – Engage in dialogue – not debate

 E – Extend a helping hand

 D – Deliver truth

 O – Open your heart

 M – Make every moment in life count


“When we honor our flag we honor what we stand for as a nation – freedom, equality, justice and hope.  –Old Glory Quote

Wishing everyone a Happy Memorial Day!




As the image depicts, Mathilde Bertrand-Boutle’ wrote a spiritual journal under the name of Lucie Christine, mother and widow of five children who became an Adoration Reparatrice sister.  Here is part of her rule of life.

“I must always forgive.”

“I must love ardently the soul of my neighbor.

I must never make an observation or a reprimand whithout thinking of the pain it will give the person to whom I make it.”

I must always reflect when I see the faults of others, how weak I am myself and how much I fall short of my own good intentions.”

–Lucie Christine, French mystic

“A good person out of the store of goodness in his heart produces good; for from the fullness of the heart the mouth speaks.”  –Luke 6:45




“What a fine sight an old working man makes, in his patched bombazine suit with his bald head,” reported Vincent van Gogh as he created this “Worn Out” lithograph. 

Van Gogh further explained:

“This is far from all theology – simply the fact that the poorest woodcutter, heath farmer or miner can have moments of emotion and mood that give him a sense of an eternal home that he is close to.”

He renamed the art “At Eternity’s Gate.” Two months later, van Gogh took his life at age  of 37.


“Creation is a solitary pursuit.  Love is what brings you closer to art.”

–Yayoi Kusama



Saint Rita of Cascia, Italy


Like Saint Paul, do you have a “thorn at your side” that you pray about that remains unresolved?  If yes, Saint Rita can assist you.  Let me explain…

Margarita was born to elderly parents in 1381.  Everyone called her Rita for her ‘pearl’ meekness as she cared for her pious parents.  At their request, she was happily married  for 8 years to Paolo Mancini and bore twin sons.  Misfortune struck when Paolo was murdered and her sons died young unexpectedly.  Rita found her way out of sorrow in becoming an Augustinian nun where she developed peacemaking abilities between the vendetta families of Cascia.  For 40 years, she prayed and worked for the poor.  At age 60 for the next 15 years, she received from Jesus a thorn of the crown on her forehead, confined to bed and sustained only by Holy Communion.  As she breathed her last, Rita said: “Remain in the holy love of Jesus…remain in peace and fraternal charity.”  Rita returned to God on May 22, 1457; her body remains incorrupt.

Because Rita lived an extraordinary life of prayer and sacrifices, she is known as the ‘Saint of the Impossible” in every circumstance of life. Her feast day is tomorrow.


Saint Rita, mystical rose of every virtue,  Pray for us

She will not dismiss your prayer petitions…trust me.




Okay, Lord, what should I write about today that will please you?

I walked over to my mother’s antique desk, inside it discovered this classic book of French poems written by Alfred de Musset, a relic printed in 1933.  From the table of contents, this poem attracted my attention:

The May Night

The Muse

Come, take thy lute and kiss me, poet mine.

Green are the bursting buds of eglantine (sweetbrier),

Spring blooms tonight, and conscious of the Spring

And the warm promise that the breezes bring

The birds perch silent, till the morning shine.

Come, take thy lute and kiss me, poet mine.”

The Poet

Why this quick beaitng of the heart?

What inward promptings flare and start

And fill me with this strange affright?

Was that a knocking at my door?

My fitful lamp scare flickers more.

Why am I dazzled by its light?

My limbs all tremble.  Woe is me!

Who comes?  who calls? –No, all is well.

‘Twas but the tolling midnight bell.

O solitude!  O poverty!”

These are two refrains of a very long but romantic poem.

As I finished reading it and turned the page, I discovered in wonderment a beautiful hand written menu card for my parents’ engagement dinner party; a scent of rose followed.

O God!  how I cherish the ways you surprise me with Love.