A parishioner has returned to Florida for a couple of months and so dropped off all her plants here at the rectory. I told her I do NOT have a green thumb, but she follows the blog and often mentions the posts offering flowers to the Immaculate Conception. I think this is her plot to civilize me. It won’t work, of course, barbarian from the North Woods that I am. Anyway, this one is an orchid which thrives on neglect. But, me being me, I watered it some days ago with one ice cube, thinking I was being clever. No. One of the blooms wilted forthwith. Did you ever have a plant yell at you, loudly. This one did, just like this: “You’re cold as ice!” Sigh. I try. Really, I do. From now on, neglect it will be. As cold as ice too. If you’ve ever felt neglected by God, just remember that He knows what’s best for us, and if we insist on this or that as goals in the spiritual life when we don’t know what we’re talking about in the least, we might get burned. And that’s no good either. Sometimes we thrive on neglect, turning to Him with ever more purity of heart and agility of soul. Praise be to the Lord who wrought our salvation. Praise be to Mary, who stood next to Him on Calvary.