Jordan Peterson on the Sin of Resentment — The Imaginative Conservative (Reblog)

Rather than covet what we do not have, let us be grateful for the gifts and the traditions that have been passed down to us. Though he does not say so specifically, what Jordan Peterson ultimately calls upon modern, autonomous, post-Enlightenment individuals to do is to heed the commandment to honor one’s father and mother.…Jordan Peterson … Continue reading Jordan Peterson on the Sin of Resentment — The Imaginative Conservative (Reblog)

Traditional February Devotion – The Most Holy and Blessed Trinity — AnaStpaul (Reblog)

Traditional Catholic Devotions February is traditionally the Month of the Blessed Trinity,with the Holy Family being celebrated together with the Holy Name of Jesus in January. The Sign of the Cross In the name of the Fatherand of the Sonand of the Holy Ghost. (50 Days. 100 Days if made with Holy WaterBlessed Pope Pius […]Traditional … Continue reading Traditional February Devotion – The Most Holy and Blessed Trinity — AnaStpaul (Reblog)

Soil (A Poem)

Photo by Karolina Grabowska on Pexels.com He dug deep in the soil,the loam and silt of a fertile marsh;from a long line of broken-back men, inured to suffering and pain,consistent with their DNAfrom far distant crescents.The men who toiled and fed the idle, who gave their all to generations, many to rot in the quagmires … Continue reading Soil (A Poem)

Poem: ‘Mother & Child’

Photo by Polina Tankilevitch on Pexels.com Of courseyou were always there;I still see those dark eyeslike warm pools of love,such intimacy poisoningnearby attention.And whilst jealousyand estrangementhave enmeshed silence around us ever since -- family is everything,it's all we have to fall back on,to stand up to thosemoving to destroy us.So mother, I honour you,archetype in … Continue reading Poem: ‘Mother & Child’

Poem: Benjamin

Benjamin is the younger son and I am your youngest. The little things meant the most: A bike trip to collect samphire from the marsh. We saw Boston Stump rising from the mists, perpendicular to that great horizon in a silence broken only by a lone redshank's cry. Years later when you gave me that … Continue reading Poem: Benjamin