The opening line of T.S. Eliot's masterful poem, "The Waste Land," reads: "April is the cruelest month…" For me and for my Easter Season reflections, Eliot so describes the fourth month as such because throughout nature, things are dying to be born. The knuckled bud on the branch is dying to bloom and then blossom. The bulbs planted in the Fall are striving to break the earth's crust in order to be birthed.
It is the second day of Christmas and a little over a week away from our trip to Haiti. I heard from Pere Val today and they are very excited about our trip. He asked me specifically to bring some liturgical calendars for 2013. I am happy to oblige! I hope I will be able to Skype with him before our trip to iron out all the details.