Wise Men still seek Him
On Sunday coming home from Mass, both Patrick and I complained, "Oh shoot! We forgot to buy the chalk!" We dashed over to my parents' house, in hopes of finding some, but there was none to be found. Since we don't go shopping on Sundays unless absolutely necessary, we were chalk-less on Sunday. Why, pray tell, would I want chalk? Because Sunday was the feast of the Epiphany (in Canada, at least) , and it's traditionally the day for the blessing of the homes. We heard of this tradition originally through Madonna House, and our very Madonna House-oriented friends. Something just seized me about it's beauty and simplicity. Christmas, despite our best efforts to be as un-commercialized as possible, is still a really noisy busy day. We were very blessed to exchange much simpler gifts with our family -- we were given especially thoughtful homemade gifts from my sister! -- and our day was pared down to only one turkey dinner this year, instead of two (yes...