This was near the door of my farthest away Communion Call. Soooo tiny.
I’m happy that the few skills I have with situational awareness come into play in finding flowers for the Immaculate Conception even in unexpected impossible Winter conditions when one is conditioned not to look for flowers for any reason. Situational awareness is like that.
A fellow seminarian waaaay back in the day introduced me to situational awareness by way of humor. We were quite the team in the seminary, fixing the massive boiler for the seminary deep in the underground bowels of the expansive building, fixing the industrial sized washing machines, etc. After entering whatever extremely poorly lit room to do the necessary for the rest of the community, he would tell me not to turn around, but that I should tell him what I should have seen above and below and to either side of me as I entered whatever dungeon-like place we had entered. After he did this a few times he explained some tricks as to how to notice things, and then spoke to me about GK Chesterton’s Father Brown series. He used psychological tricks in saying, as he trained me up, that I was a much better Father Brown than he could ever be. I doubt that. He had a mind that couldn’t forget anything. He could “listen” to a symphony orchestra in his head (without music playing) and “see” the sheet music for all the instruments pass by (without the sheet music) and not miss a note. I’m not like that. But I am happy that the gift of situational awareness to which he introduced me bears fruit in finding flowers for the Immaculate Conception. He would be most pleased in knowing that. He’s a most excellent priest, very devoted to our Lady. He’s now a hermit. Imagine that. A hermit. He’s the one who also taught me about the spirituality of hermits over the decades. Amazing. He is himself another flower for the Immaculate Conception.