Ruminations of an Amateur Monastic
Twenty years ago today, I made my final oblation to Saint Martin’s Abbey. For twenty years now, I have been an Oblate of the Order of Saint Benedict, an amateur monk living in the world. As best as I can, I live according the Holy Rule of Saint Benedict, adapted to my life in the world. At my oblation, I […]
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Every day, I read a chapter (or part of a chapter) from the Holy Rule of Saint Benedict. This is done on a specific cadence, so that in a year I read through the entirety of the Rule three times. Today’s reading discusses the three promises a new monk makes upon entering the monastery. These are not, as you would […]
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The chapel at Pistachio House is the oldest building on the property. It began its life in about 1904 as the shack in which the folks who built Pistachio House lived during construction. Over the decades and century since then, it has served at various times as a coal bin, a workshop, and storage. When Francine and I bought Pistachio […]
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For several years, before we bought Pistachio House, Francine and I shared an apartment with the various children and cats. The address was 13o2 Division Avenue, and we were in apartment 13. Francine was convinced that 13 was a lucky number (“it’s lucky in Italy!”), so on most Fridays the 13th we would have a little party. These were small […]
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Francine and I bought Pistachio House in the Autumn of 2006. We moved in with a tribe of kids and cats. Sometime before that first Christmas, we rescued two kittens who had been born under the porch next door in the Autumn and abandoned by their mother. These were Sophie and Linus, who by our reckoning were the first of […]
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Today is the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, celebrating that day when John the Baptist baptized Jesus in the Jordan River. Then Jesus came from Galilee to the Jordan to John, to be baptized by him. John would have prevented him, saying, “I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?” But Jesus answered him, […]
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The first time I ever went to Francine’s apartment, more than twenty years ago now, I noticed a tea towel hanging in her kitchen. It illustrated the various types of Welsh love spoons. It still hangs in the kitchen of Pistachio House. If you’re not familiar – as I certainly was not – there is an old custom in Wales […]
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Today is both the Feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul, and the seventeenth anniversary of the day I wed my beautiful bride. It is, as I have said before, a “moment when everything changed, celebrated on a day when everything changed”. It’s important to mark those changes in our lives. Francine actually changed the trajectory of my life not […]
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My beautiful bride Francine and I spent two or three hours this morning working on the garden. Honestly, we’ve been neglecting it this year, so there’s still a lot to do. The plan was to get as much done as we could before the rain came today. I focused my energies on the raised bed behind the chapel. Because we […]
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It’s a little hard to believe, but Ash Wednesday is just over a week away. Here at Pistachio House, we just took down the last of our Christmas decorations on Candlemas, and here we are practically in Lent already! The modern Roman Missal has a set of rubrics that cover the whole of Lent, before it digs into each day […]
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Tomorrow is the Solemnity of the Nativity of Saint John the Baptist, so today is Saint John’s Eve. Throughout much of Europe, the tradition on this day is to light bonfires. Here’s ours from back in 2015. Saint John’s Eve, 2015 Not much of a bonfire, strictly speaking. This year’s figures to be much larger – I’ve got some old […]
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I came late to the hobby of woodworking, and I’m terrible at it. Like many people, I suppose, I took up a new pastime during the COVID-19 lockdowns. In my case, it was working wood. I use both power tools and hand tools: power tools for the big cuts and rough shaping, and handtools for the fiddly details. It’s fun, […]
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Tomorrow is the Solemnity of the Nativity of Saint John the Baptist, so today is Saint John’s Eve. Throughout much of Europe, the tradition on this day is to light bonfires. Here’s ours from back in 2015. Saint John’s Eve, 2015 Not much of a bonfire, strictly speaking. This year’s figures to be much larger – I’ve got some old […]
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Earlier today as I was taking out the trash, I heard a symphony of panicked squawks from our hens in Paradise Towers. I’d heard that sound before. It could only mean one thing. One of the hens had died. And indeed, the three surviving hens were huddled near the body of Amelia, who we usually called “Big Red”. She was […]
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Today has been a busy, exciting, and exhausting day. This morning, after a series of interviews this week, I accepted an offer from GitHub, where I have been contracting much of the year. I also contracted with them for a year or so before the Plague. There are still some formalities – a contract to sign on Monday, a background […]
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Tomorrow being the Solemnity of the Nativity of Saint John the Baptist, today is Saint John’s Eve. Throughout much of Europe, the tradition on this day is to light bonfires. Here’s ours from back in 2015. Saint John’s Eve, 2015 Not much of a bonfire, strictly speaking, but we do live in the city after all! Probably not going to […]
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This past Saturday – the Feast of Saint James – just after Prime, Francine and I walked out into the backyard. The hens over in our henhouse “Paradise Towers” were acting strange. Squawking and circling around. This was not the “I laid an egg” sound, or the “hey, hooman, where’s my feed and/or water” sound, or even the “danger” sound. […]
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