Bernadette Newton, CSJ, 83
I spend a lot of time out of my apartment with other people and interacting with people and when I come back to that apartment and close that door, that space becomes my sanctuary…
DetailsI spend a lot of time out of my apartment with other people and interacting with people and when I come back to that apartment and close that door, that space becomes my sanctuary…
DetailsI think the world is a confusing place. And when I can’t make sense of things, I feel like God is what holds me together and gives me meaning. I think of home as the place you return to, and …
DetailsHome is also to-do lists! There is all this lovely comfort stuff, but it’s also peeling paint and the toilet that overflows too often . . . but another way of saying that is it’s a place where we have a lot…
DetailsThe thing that comes to mind is the home that I grew up in, because that is the picture that I have—the quintessential home and it had family—I had a big family. But that no longer exists and so…
DetailsIn my household, growing up, the kitchen was a big deal. We kind of congregated around food. I always came to my grandmother’s house—and even in my mother’s house—and the smells would just …
DetailsI try to create an experience of home for everyone who comes here to the St. Jane House in North Minneapolis. When people come here, [they] have this experience that we’ve been waiting for them. Their …
DetailsThe first home is my heart. Wherever I go here on earth, I carry my heart with me, even here in Minnesota. I am here because my heart is in peace here, such peace…
DetailsHome is a place of love, where love is. And, my house is a home now because my love, my love still dwells here, but the beautiful love that I had with my husband no longer…
DetailsSome people have to re-invent home many times in their lives. Either spiritually or physically, you know, some people have to run away from war and famine and natural disaster and sometimes even prejudices and…
DetailsWhat comes to my mind is peace, belonging, wholeness. I once swam in a bay of Lake Superior where the water was bracing, transparent as air, and I could see each ripple and tiny pebble on the sandy bottom far …
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