The Coat of Arms of Bishop Faure
In the centre is the Lamb of the Apocalypse, the Alpha and the Omega, the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, announced by Isaiah. The hearts recall the Vendeé martyrs of the revolution and the Fleur de Lys is the emblem of Catholic France. The motto, “ipsa cónteret” (“she shall crush”) is taken from the Vulgate, Genesis 3,15 where God prom- ises the victory of the Virgin Mary over the dragon.
(explanation taken from “Exclusive Interview with Fr. Faure” with “Non Possumus” March 18, 2015)
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Pax et Bonum
Sister Constance TOSF
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Pax et Bonum
Sister Catherine TOSF
“Remember to wipe your feet, Beth.” Auntie said, giving her usual reminder to preserve her immaculate home, given the extra polish the day before her guests were to arrive. Beth stepped gingerly on the rug and over the waxed oak floor onto the home made rag rug, so as not to put even on scuff mark on said sacred space. Beth and her family were visiting the grandparents, aunts and uncles after a three hour drive. Beth felt happy. She loved her family. No one sat down, having been riding in the car for three hours, but conversed congenially, and then set out for Waterfalls Park.
Mercifully, the oak lined winding road was only twenty minutes to the park with its freedom to run and chatter with the chipmunks and breathe! Soon all were off, all three generations, at various paces, confident to all meet at the falls. It was an idyllic time. The scent of Bay and cool water along the stream enhanced the experience. Her brother Richard ran ahead, trail blazing. Randy, the oldest, dreamily gazed at all the detail of cliff and bush, undoubtedly recording in his mind yet another scene to recreate for his model railroad. Beth just skipped, ran and walked, sometimes going down in the stream to hop from rock to rock, just happy to be moving!
The falls were a special place. One could even wade into the pool below and hide behind the falls in a one person sized cavern and surprise abashed tourists with sudden appearance! Great fun!
After a time, when all had gathered, it was time to go back, as hunger called! The quick paced walk back ended at cloth covered picnic tables, under moss draped, spreading oak trees, where everyone enjoyed the repast of red cabbage and fruit salads, sandwiches, cool drinks and a fudge dessert. As the warm sun began its golden glow descent and full tummies relaxed all into the dreamtime, Grandfather began with stories of the far away homeland, and of the long voyage of The Crossing to a new land. Then it was time to go.
At Aunties, Beth and Mother helped Aunt Elizabeth open the couch, which Uncle Pete had made from red maple, organizing bedding and pillows, and all settled in for the night. Beth dozed to the lull of crickets and starlight softly silvering the thin white curtain covering the picture window.
In the morning, Aunt Elizabeth prepared the distinctive round pancakes of her homeland, left so long ago, when she was Beth’s age. Then these three “girls”, more like sisters to Beth (her parents were older when they married, so they only had three children) hiked off to the town graveyard, picturesque on a bluff overlooking another little stream and canyon, just before Auntie’s home. Auntie straightened the vases and added a few fresh picked wildflowers before granite markers, engraved in old lettering, of friends of the grandparents who had passed on.
All of a sudden Aunt Eva exclaimed, “Hush! They’re here!” Grandmother arrived in her hand made, lace trimmed black and white cape, with a smile and greeting in the most gracious, warm voice one had ever heard, lighting up the entire room. Grandfather smiled and shook hands with the men and gave a little bow, hat in hand, to the ladies. All were seated for about five minutes, and then all invited to sit at table. Uncle Pete sang the blessing, praising God, to the families’ bowed heads.
After the meal, the ladies retired to the kitchen to hand wash a huge amount of dishes. Beth’s brothers went down to the river to pick cattails and pussy willows for Grandmother. Dishes were washed quite quickly, with so many hands to help, one to scrape, one to wash, one to dry and one to put away. Then all retired to the living room to sip coffee with cookies. Beth enjoyed listening to the good natured conversation during “coffee” after the luncheon chores were done, about the little foibles of neighbors, for which they had affection. Aunt Elena smiled and talked about the time everyone met at the local beach when Great Aunt Anna visited from The Homeland.
Afterwards, Beth and her mother walked to the Grandparents home. They passed a large, grassy yard with a sorrel horse grazing in it. It raised its head as they passed in curiosity. Beth wished it were hers! They entered Grandfather’s garden with the little rock lined well, on narrow pathways between all the flowers and fruit bushes, to the garage where Grandfather was working in his woodshop. Beth loved the smell of the fresh walnut, cherry and oak wood shavings fallen on the floor. She enjoyed looking at the signs. “How did you make this nubby background between the letters?” Beth asked. Grandfather showed her a couple of tools, when she asked how it was carved. There were rounded tools and squared off ones, with wooden handles. There was a hammer and a metal tool where a background design could be pounded into the wood for the nubby effect. He also made fine furniture, though not so many pieces as when he was young. Then they said good bye, not staying long, for older people tire more easily.
Walking back in the warm sunshine, Beth dreamed happily of growing up and joining the church where she saw the wonderful vision of Jesus and Mary, when she grew up. In the meantime, she had her best friend in Isabella, her family and her comforting vision. The End.
#1 Pencil sketch of waterfall #2 Watercolor of sorrel horse.
The cockle constantly cackle,
cursing whom they may.
The cockle render judgement,
damning whom they may.
The cockle sow contempt,
dividing whom they may.
The cockle hear their father,
Satan, whom they obey.
Sister Michaela Raphaela TOSF
Today Beth visited the immaculately clean, Espinoza Ranch stables where a few horses were being groomed, the tack saddle soaped and silver ornaments polished. It had a nice, fresh smell of drying grass. Beth noticed a beautiful photograph of Isabella when she was quite young, with her father, in their bright Escaramuza costumes. There was another photograph of the girls circling their horses in unison. Isabella appeared from the tack room and smiled. “Hi. You look nice,” she said, noticing Beth’s skirt. Then the girls were off on another adventure. They skipped down to the creek to catch pollywogs.
The path was steep, so they stepped carefully past jutting gray rocks, grasping thick clumps of lush river grass, to keep their balance. It was nice to have a private stretch of creek flowing through the ranch. The water was clear, with pebbles of pale colors-gold, sand and jade green, seen as through an old, wavy pane of glass. Brown marbles with wiggly tails shot from rock shadows across pebbled stream bed.
The girls had brought glass jars with them to capture the skittery amphibians. They took off their sandals and tied their flowing skirts just above their knees at the side. Then they waded in the water and stood still, a short distance from each other. Soon the tadpoles grew brave and swam between the girls. A few nibbled at these strange pillars invading their watery abode.
Beth scooped up a large tadpole. Then Isabella scooped up two small ones. Adding some moss to the jars, the girls replaced the lids, stepped onto the sandy bank, untied their skirts, put on their sandals, and walked home from the willow lined water.
On the way back, Isabella asked, “Did you ask your parents if you could come to Mass with me?” “Yes, and they said I could, just this once,” Beth said. “Oh good,” Isabella beamed. “My father said he could pick you up at your house. We should be there at 9 am tomorrow.
A now tamed (well, half tamed!) Beth, dressed in her little peach colored suit, which her mother had sewn for her, with the slightly puffed sleeved jacket and a soft A-lined skirt. She had a turquoise, silk scarf in a little poof tied at her neck. As they arrived at the pretty church, Isabella brought out a beautiful, lacy, cream colored mantilla and arranged it on Beth’s head with a little white comb. Isabella had a lovely bright white lacy mantilla that fell to her waist, secured with a tortoise shell comb. It complemented her white dress with the pink waist band.
As soon as Beth entered the Church, she noticed everyone dipping their fingers in a little bowl of water, kneeling and making a sort of sign. She wondered what she should do. Mrs. Espinoza whispered, “You are our guest. You are not expected to do anything but sit and listen”. It smelled nice in the church. The chanting was comforting. A soft glow seemed to radiate throughout that place. Beth grew quite comfortable, enjoying the music and strange words for a time.
All of a sudden, the row of people in front of her got up and started leaving! Then the Espinoza family, filling the row, stood up. Beth wondered where everyone was going and stood up to follow. Mrs. Espinoza leaned over and whispered gently and kindly, “No, Beth. You may not come with us. We are going up to the Altar and only Catholics may come”. Beth felt very deserted and flushed with embarrassment. Noticing Beth’s look of consternation, Mrs. Espinoza whispered, “Don’t worry. We will come back in a few minutes. We won’t leave you alone.”
Beth sat down. The pew was now empty. She felt so alone! “Strange,” she thought, “I usually like being alone.” She looked past the rows of people in the pews in front of her, but she couldn’t see Isabella or her family. She longed to be with them and had never felt such a deep longing before. What were they going to this “Altar” for? What was there? She sighed, resigned to just wait and not be foolish. It was only a short wait.
She closed her eyes, deciding to just enjoy the atmosphere. As she opened her eyes and gazed, she saw the most beautiful stained glass window past many glowing candles. She had not noticed the candles and window before. Now two figures seemed to come out of the most brilliant ultramarine blue and ruby red glass panels. A man seen from the waist up with a beard and long brown hair and soft brown eyes, seemed to move forward, like a royal, living person. A red glow seemed to move and pulsate in his chest, beating, very etheric and pure A lady was beside him, resembling the man somewhat in features, yet softer and very womanly and as a gracious, kind yet noble lady. She too moved forward, beside and with him, as a living person, also with a glowing red pulsar at her chest. Colors of blue, gold and ruby with turquoise, little flames of yellow and other glints of color animated the scene. It was the most remarkable stained glass window Beth had ever seen. She wondered if these were Saints.
Then the Espinoza family filed back. Beth hardly noticed them and sat in a golden, rosy glow until it was time to leave. As they started to leave the pew, towards the back entrance, Beth wanted terribly to see the stained glass window close up. She suddenly turned away from the family and, against all the people leaving the church, she weaved past them to a railing. She looked intently, but she did not see the window! She only saw a white wall past ordinary candles on a rather ordinary shelf. They must have extinguished the other candles and taken them away. “So quickly!” thought Beth. She looked to the left. Maybe it was in a side aisle and was reflected at the back which would explain its motion on the wall.
Isabella was right after her and took her by the hand, firmly. “What are you doing? We leave by the same way we came in!” Beth said, “I’m looking for the stained glass window. It’s so beautiful. Where is it?” Isabella just looked at her, incredulous. “It must be in the side aisle and reflected on the wall. Where is the entrance to the side aisle? There must be pillars there to go past. Where are the pillars? The people must be covering them, there are so many people.” Isabella said very firmly, “There is no side aisle! There is no stained glass window reflecting on the wall behind the altar!” Come on with me! She held Beth’s hand very strongly and pulled her puzzled friend out of the church.
Back at Isabella’s home, refreshments were served. Beth wandered into Isabella’s room, still wondering that no one knew where the stained glass window was. Then she saw a small card, flat, on Isabella’s dresser. It looked kind of like the two people in the window, but very painted, pale and pasty. Hardly real at all.
Isabella came in with a stern look on her face and sat on her ruffled bed under the canopy. “Now,” she said, “tell me exactly what you saw!” When Beth described the two people, Isabella’s eyes expanded into shock, then grew moist, tears forming in big droplets, falling on her flushed cheeks. “Mama!” she cried out, running from the room. Beth looked in wonderment after her friend. What did she do wrong? She heard Isabella down the hall, crying with anger. She had never seen her friend angry before, not ever! Not composed Isabella! Isabella cried out to her mother, “How can she see Them? Why her? I pray every day to Our Lady, longing for Her to appear to me! She’s never even been to Mass before and She appears to her with Him!!” Sobs followed. Beth was so sad. She was so sad for her friend, tears formed. She must have done a terrible thing. She still felt that gold glow, but was hurting for her friend and quite confused.
She heard Mamacita speaking softly to Isabella. Soon Isabella stopped crying. She spoke softly to her mother. Then she walked slowly into her bedroom where Beth was sitting on the vanity chair. Beth said, “I’m so sorry I ran to the altar and that you didn’t see the stained glass. Maybe we should go back to the church and look for it.” Isabella smiled understandingly. She said, “No, Beth. It was a vision of Our Lord Jesus and Our Lady Mary and their Sacred and Immaculate Hearts and it was meant for you. I did not have it because I have Mass every Sunday, every day if I like, and my Rosary. You don’t have these things so you need this vision to be with you until you can. I’m happy that you have it.”
Beth felt very relieved. Then Mrs. Espinoza came in and asked Beth to tell her what she saw. Beth did and Mrs. Espinoza said, “Well, Beth, I feel that it will be a long time for you because of your circumstances. Your parents have only allowed you one Mass and you must obey your parents. However,” and then Mrs. Espinoza looked very seriously into Beth’s eyes, “Our Lady Always Triumphs!”
It seemed as if these words seared an indelible impression into Beth’s heart and she treasured them, remembering a distant sentence heard as a small child. Mary had kept things secret in her own heart. She would keep this a secret in hers. Then she got up and everything was normal. Yet, she always remembered this vision when life’s troubles came and it always calmed her.
To be continued….
Photo #1 Escaramuza father-daughter. #2 Escaramuza #3 Veils #4 Latin Mass.
Beth (short for Elizabeth) loved horses and would walk for a long time in the country just to see them and pet them over fences as she walked alongside pastures. She loved their soft, pink noses and warm breath through their sensitive nostrils. They seemed to like her as well. Her friend was named Isabella. Instantly they had felt a rapport with one another when they met at school, because they both were named after St. Elizabeth, Our Lady’s cousin and the mother of St. John the Baptist. Beth was a New Ager and Isabella was a Catholic.
Beth was a “tomboy”, which meant that she had a mother that loved freedom and even a little rebellion. Her mother loved modern things like inventive architecture and formal, straight lined, modern style. She had one flower arrangement in a simple vase on the coffee table in the living room, elegantly arranged. The color scheme was beige with turquoise blue accents. She usually wore a blue housedress. Her paintings were semi-abstract. Beth’s room was very simple, with furniture of nice wood, in straight lines and a white chenille bed spread with blue accents and a couple of green, large leaved plants.
Isabella’s mother loved having statues of the saints in her home, lots of flowers and comfortable Colonial looking furniture, some of it carved, with some Mexican vases about and paintings of Mission Style scenes. The color scheme was a warm stucco, with reds, oranges and yellows splashed about. Isabella’s room had a vanity with a rounded mirror and pink chiffon ruffles, a canopy over her bed, also with pink ruffles and white ruffles on her window curtains. A pearl rosary hung from a hook alongside the mirror with a statue of Our Lady and a brilliant picture of Our Lord and Our Lady. Several small vases of delicate bright flowers were set about.
Whenever Beth had the chance, she would change into blue jeans that usually had holes in the knees, and do daring things, like walk the neighbor’s fences to go to her friend’s house and play King of the Mountain with the neighbor boys, which usually ended up in a grass fight. Her mother looked doubtful as to the extent of this freedom when she faced a grass stained, bruised kneed and mud bedecked young teenager with mussed pony tail swaying, coming in the door barely in time to wash for dinner! All seemed resolved as the family sat at dinner in quiet, well-scrubbed, neatly combed and clean clothed formality, of a rare “children should be seen and not heard” rule unusual for our day. The wildness ended inside the home!
One wonders how a friendship could have developed between this wild Viking type and the luminous eyed, gentile, entirely lady-like, feminine, always poised, patient and somewhat bemused dark haired, dark eyed Hispanic of Mexican descent! Isabella was never critical and Beth always was!
After a while of observing Isabella, Beth started feeling badly. You see, Beth hated to lose. She competed in Quarter Horse competition for cowgirls. It was hard to be strong and not show disappointment if one did not come in first in barrel racing. The competition against the other girls was intense. Why did she feel that she was working against herself? She was not even competing with Isabella, which is one reason why the friendship worked. Why then, did she feel like she was losing!
Beth loved her mother very much, and her two older brothers. Her mother was a great companion and a wise and talented teacher whom she loved dearly. She seemed a dignified lady, traditional in morals, supportive of her father and helpful in his business, with good homemaking skills; yet she also seemed quite hard and dedicated to freedom. Perhaps her need for creative femininity was not understood and she was unfairly oppressed somewhat, as she seemed to always have to fight in order to do the oil paintings she so loved. She sought answers to this in the New Age and that strange Utopian hope.
Isabella’s mother was quite different. Beth was always welcome in her friend’s home for a cup of Mexican chocolate. The aroma of corn based dishes filled the kitchen. There were always children playing, the older ones watching them automatically. Mrs. Espinoza loved to paint decorative vases as gifts for her friends. She also painted small scenes of Saints as gifts. She was always encouraged in this creativity. After a time, Beth began dressing in flowered pants, and then even a skirt, when she came to visit, as the games were gentle, and jeans seemed crass and uncomfortable in that home.
One day Isabella invited her to The Dancing of the Horses. She said, “Oh, let’s dress up! We can both wear peasant blouses and ruffled skirts with combs in our hair! We can be the opposite twins! I’ll dress in the green along with my companions, and you may borrow my yellow skirt! Beth liked that idea, and laughing, they dressed up. Isabella brushed Beth’s blond hair into curls, tied with a yellow flower, and set a fine straw hat on. Then Beth brushed Isabella’s dark locks, tied with an emerald green flower, and placed a similar hat or sombrero on her. A few sprays of perfume and the two companions walked arm in arm to the waiting car and went off with Mr.& Mrs. Espinoza to the horse arena.
At the stables, immediately Beth was astonished. What kind of a saddle was this? Isabella laughed. She demonstrated how a lady sat side saddle. All Beth could do was watch in amazement. How could one possible stay on the horse in one of these! Mr. Espinoza gently guided Isabella in guiding the horse, gazing pleased at his graceful daughter, riding obediently and beautifully. Soon she was off with the other girls, full ruffled skirts flowing over long tailed horses, galloping and turning. Beth was thrilled at the control and strength they displayed. The firm and disciplined riding revealed a refinement and graciousness never to be found in the rough, aggressive life of a cowgirl, Beth realized. She became enchanted, falling in love with Escarmuza. Oh, she wanted to learn this kind of riding! The horses responded so well to the light touch of the girls. Horses often prefer girls and ladies to the men, as they treat their gentle mouths so tenderly, exerting only the pressure necessary to guide the horse and give it their commands.
Feelings like steady breezes were lightening Beth’s awareness. Maybe being a bruise kneed cowgirl in tight stiff blue jeans was not so great after all! The skirt and petticoat felt so much nicer and more comfortable and she enjoyed feeling modest and pretty. And the fathers looked with such a balance of humility and appropriate pride at their young daughters! They both looked so happy with each other! Beth often felt conflict with her own father, as if she had to compete with him. That did not feel so good. These fathers and daughters complimented each other. It resulted in an elevated dance of horses and young ladies, and continuity of family customs.
The brilliant white ruffles with emerald green bands swirled and twirled; shinning coated horses cantering in smooth circles past a blur of benches, now suddenly changing direction, now passing in opposite direction, a sudden power stop here, a vigorous rear there. All the while the young ladies, the senoritas, maintained complete poise and displayed a feminine strength of a lovely union of horse and rider in complete balance. Certainly each senorita displayed individual skill, however, the consciousness was very much on the pageant as a whole, each girl riding to enhance their companions, rather than competing with or fighting against each other.
After the show, Isabella’s father helped Beth to mount the horse side saddle. He patiently walked her around a nearby paddock, then let her trot by herself and even do a figure eight all by herself. He talked to her and suggested a few things to help her with her balance: such as keep your hands in a straight line with your forearms and your back straight. Then he smiled and said that she had done very well for the first time in riding side saddle. Beth knew she had a long way to go, however, she was happy to begin, and felt how natural this kind of riding was for her. She did not feel like fighting with Mr. Espinoza, a situation for her to get used to! It both surprised and pleased her.
Later in the day, the two families joined each other in a meadow beside Mr. Espinoza’s horse pasture for an afternoon picnic supper. Gently, Isabella calmly, quietly and a little shyly, asked if Beth would like to come and experience Latin Chant at Mass in the morning. There was no pressure, merely a cordial invitation. Beth thought a moment, and then decided why not? After all, she had had such a pleasant surprise in experiencing Esperanza. Would not, perhaps, this strange Chant also open a new world of something graceful to her? She was encouraged to try and she trusted Isabella. Her parents, being the broad minded New Agers that they were, had no objection to any religion. They were actually a little relieved to see Beth consign her hole in the knees blue jeans to the waste can, as they were beginning to worry a little about her and were at a bit of a loss as to what to do about it! They liked Isabella’s confidence and were hoping a little would wear off on Beth! Besides, how can one go wrong with another friend also named after St. Elizabeth?
To be continued.
Photo #1 print from 1200’s AD
#2 painting from 1400’s AD
#3 1700’s AD
#4 contemporary arena
In the English tradition. The relaxed, pleased smile of this very sophisticated and elegant lady shows how natural it is for a lady to ride sidesaddle. The beautifully bred horse seems equally pleased and happy to do its best to show itself and the rider to best advantage.
There are these three men who return to their high rise
New York hotel in a power blackout. The manager offers to make
up beds in the foyer so they won’t have to climb 45 floors to their
They assure him it’s all right, saying, “Harry will sing
songs for the first fifteen stories to help pass the time, then Joe
will tell funny stories for the next fifteen stories, and Gus will tell
sad stories for the last fifteen.” So off they go.
Harry sings for the first fifteen stories. No problem.
Then Joe takes over and tells funny stories for the middle fifteen. Time
goes pretty fast. Then it’s Gus’ turn.
“OK, Gus, it’s your turn” the other two yell out. “What’s
your first sad story”.
“I forgot the key”.
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