May is a good "Saints Month"

 In October there was an organized prayer call from the Vatican which had me spending the entire month doing research on Saints instead of my regular online work, which is social media. I say work because I have put a lot of energy into keeping up with my thoughts and projects because I found that being sort of a simple person had given me extra time where otherwise I would be pursuing things like meetings and whatnot, but being that I had no responsibility and little to keep up with as a poor person, I had leisure akin to someone who is rich. I became rich in leisurely pursuits. I had noone to report to.

So in the month of October, reporting for duty, I abandoned most of my other projects and picked up the continuing study of Saints. I have had a few books on Saints, a children's book,  a nice table book and the readily available in pictorial form Lives of the Saints made famous in the mermaids movie. Must have been a popular one in the 20th Century. 

I wanted in October 2025 a new and better understanding of the saints. What seemed to be the capture of my attention escapes me. But I read a lot on many saints, and started to, as I remember finding it mildly humorous, read about even those whose names I found awkward. Hildegard, Clovis, Ethelberg, not real saints, but real names. 

Saints in the month of October were many very famous and interesting people, and I have found that to be true of the month of May as well, and March, and probably every other month, but seeing as this particular day has me where all points intersect, I figured a little talk wouldn't bother me much.

There is, then, nothing particularly special about May. December has Nicolas and John the Apostle and, well, Jesus and David sort of  take up residence in December.

Saints Joseph and Patrick are two days apart in March. January has Saint Thomas Aquinas and I learned about a Saint Fursey who I cannot forget and would read about every day from here to eternity because his story was so interesting. And well, today, May 25th, is Saint Bede's Feast Day.

In the year 2021 I got a copy of a "Doctors of the Church" book. Perhaps it was because my family knew I had a fantasy of becoming a doctor, a PHD doctor. 

In 2022 I began a developing disposition toward religiosity which blossomed into a state of perpetual communion with all things religious. But in its infant state in 2022, I was living a darn near sinful life. Had fantasies of being an artist, a genius, anything.  Anything but who I am right now. 

I was reading a lot of books on science. I bought myself books for Christmas that year. One on Galileo, one on stange loops that won a prestigious prize. I was reading a bit of this and a bit of that, grazing on leaves like a little fawn by a brook. Here a page there a page, everywhere someone else's words. I stopped writing a full two years and started regularly regurgitating what I'd seen and heard. I even might still have one or two of those video logs, although Im pretty sure that someone threw them down the information garbage chute. 

Anyway, Bede struck a chord there. He with his histories and his little life of perpetual habitation somewhere I imagined stony and green and warmed by fire. It was the perfect life. I admired him greatly. 

Little by little the idea of becoming enlightened turned into a sort of communion with God. I eventually, as I said, spent a great deal of time on religion. First realizing what my religion was truly about, and then learning from those who excelled at being good stewards. 

I became so spirited that at times it seemed an ecstasy or even mystical. I have considered Bede as a possible person of interest for enlightening me.

Now it's Monday, May 25, 2026. It is Saint Bedes feast day, amd also Padre Pio's birthday. Friday was the Feast of Saint Rita, whose relic blessed my rosary. And there was Saint Teresa also, who's a person of interest in my blossoming into who I am today.  Although her feast is in that fabulous October.

 What is important is that, - oh, and Saint Bridget- what's important is that I realized fully that to be a good person one must actively try to incorporate a bit of the good into what one does. Although I have left a pile of wet leaves this morning, and done almost no work. My work and prayers, perhaps with the unlucky disposition of those around me, bring on classic marks of grace. And all I really want to do is enjoy the little bit of earthly life I was given, although along with my elevated standard of ordinary excellence, scrubbing a floor and raking a lawn. If not every once in a while.

If only life were sensible and not completely [terse]. Or perhaps, the insanity is just a detail in the script. I learned that Moses carried with him Pharoas ruling staff. And maybe the institution of the body and blood was the mark of something as well.

Imagine that and all that spirit going around!

(Kill that one! She has a case of the Spirit!)

No. And what could be? Certainly evil doesn't despise the good. 

Good. Walking along, whistling, smelling the roses. Blowing kisses at babies and petting puppies heads, or trees...

Who could hate such a thing?