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Middle Spring

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Fri, 17 May 2013 03:17:14 +0000

Come take a journey with me into the forest.
My wonderful friend died today. Her soul was welcomed into the arms of the Beloved. I believe. I trust.
I almost didn’t recognize the woods today. There was so much life and love.

I heard a homily this past week from my friend’s son. “If our leg is amputated, we are still the same person.” We are not less of a person. We just have to manage past that cross or rock in our path.

Beloved, all of us are loved by God. Our Beloved God will not allow us to be harmed.
All God ever wanted was to hear us say, “I love you!”
Love one another.
What do you have to lose.
Let go of all bitterness.
Love one another.

Flower power!

Delicate

Ready to Spring

Awakening

Web of Life

Go with God
Nothing to fear!

Swing into action

Longing for Color

Broken but beautiful

See Butterfly?

hang in there

Gotta have it!

Be careful!

Loving it!

Can you hear the fern sing?

Unique

Bashful

Smitten by beauty

Ants assist flowers

Trust

My Beloved and My God!

Living

The old

Have faith

Potential

Trust

Pray for us

It will one day bloom!

Love does it all

God needs our help

Anchor

Hospitality

Now what?

We all play our part!

Be part of the solution

Insignificant…Not!

Yes!

Delicious

Love one another

Go with Beloved God Elvira!
I love you!
Ron

tear in my soul

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Fri, 17 May 2013 02:45:35 +0000

How is your soul today?
Have you nurtured it?
Enjoyed it?

Good, Good Morning

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 17:49:35 +0000

Good, Good Morning on Monday of Holy Week!

Snow Falling on Snow

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 17:38:57 +0000

Water, Cold, Trees, Beauty

O Jesus, where are you?
Snow falling on snow
spring snow that penetrates my bones

Frozen Beauty Melting

So beautiful, and yet so painful
I am restless
agitated in the silence
difficult to breathe in my soul
Falling like the snowflakes descending
on a spring morning
only to melt away…in an hour, day, week at most
Swirling, not dancing…on the cusp of rain drops
panic of life known
short lived
But in the life of a snowflake
Time is only the moment
White and light
Structure architecturally stunning
unnoticed by even other snowflakes
Insignificant…falling…fighting
By myself…even more done into foolish vanity
succumbing to sudden beauty evaporated…
I am a snow flake…only…alone…

Frozen in thought

Insignificant…Not!

He is not here anymore…Alleluia!

Tear in My Soul

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 14:43:24 +0000

Tear in My Soul

This will be my other blog as I journey and wrestle with another adventure.

More to come soon.

Good Morning World!

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 14:34:18 +0000

May your day be bright and full of wonder and awe!

“Yes.”

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 06:04:53 +0000

God’s art

Broke Bread – Poured out blood alone

Stripped and Beautiful

and peacefully being
Entered into the dance at St. John’s
a man cornered me, or so I thought
anxious about father dying
Part of me wanted to pass him off
And thank God, I felt the nudge
Could see You healing this man of grief and loss
When I mindfully looked
I saw
I allowed love to
rustle through my heart, soul and body

solitude or loneliness

Then off to pray at St. Anthony’s Shrine
First, my walk in the wood for an hour
Commune – cold – but grateful
Herd of deer slipped mysteriously by me before I could focus
and then silence
still winter, no snow
still sleeping

surviving solitude

An hour later, I sat in the chapel
and sat
and drifted
and sat…and waited impatiently, but serenely for a change

At one point I stood up, kept my boots on
and stood before the cross over the altar
“You, O Beloved God, know that I love you. I know that you love me,” I breathed and went on,
“You, o Beloved – listened so intently to my prayers, my breathing, the beat of my heart.”

“I desire and long to rest my head on your breast.
Touch your face
Kiss you, rest in your arms all night.

You, o Beloved were not offended.
You pine for me?!
A single tear escaped and rolled down from my right eye, over my cheek and into my neck…
You kissed me
So much to fathom. So much I could not take in.
You spoke…
You whispered…

Without totally understanding, I felt the struggle of the word raising in my throat..

“Yes.”

broken but beautiful

Jesus and Father John Lenihan

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 03:36:12 +0000

Beauty of My Sunset

The founding pastor of St. Patrick’s
A soul, a blessing, a man, a friend
What I loved about Johnny was
his unholy holiness
raw love that could be abrasive
He mentored me here and there
Let me vent…
…and sometimes vented along with me!

John assured me of my goodness,
especially when I struggled with how others
believed in my lack of goodness.

Father John is to my left and behind me.

Johnny was fun to be around
A true brother of no nonsense

A soul, a blessing, a man, a friend
Calling me to the same…
A soul, a blessing, a man, a friend
O my!!!

Standing tall

Father John Lenihan died this week. He is a priest of the Diocese of St. Augustine. He was the first pastor of St. Patrick’s in Jacksonville. I was the 7th pastor.

Put out into deep prayer and lower your nets!

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Wed, 06 Feb 2013 04:13:59 +0000

Terror and Beauty

Be Praised!

the Way is often difficult

Fire of my Heart!

Stripped and Beautiful

Protector

Let’s Do It!

Looking Up!

Enough Said!

Sometimes the day surprises

Father Ron Moses Camarda — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 04:33:43 +0000

Prayerfully long for the dark night to be not so dark.

I took these pictures as I walked around the Shrine of St. Anthony just 4 miles from my apartment. I am grateful for living in such peace. The following day I walked on fresh snow in the forest without a camera. It was beyond words or even photo. I love to take photos, but they still do not capture the mood and affect, the dazzle and the awesome.

Sitting with God is not always easy.

Listen to the song of grief.

Being with all…even the frozen.

yah, yah, yah!

Beloved

Walk Softly in the winter snow.

May your day be filled with lows and highs, joys and sorrows, peace and disturbed.
We are all on a journey and one day we will experience the what, I do not know.
Love, joy, peace,
Father Ron Moses +