Holy Week is all the buzz around here. My Sisters are busy with choir practice and Easter preparations and are trying to take more prayer time. They weren't able to make reservations for all the people who wanted to come to our hermitages this weekend. More than at any other time of the year, it seems, people want to be quiet and tune their spirits to God's spirit. I hear it is a time to recall how God came to personally share in the experiences of creation, including suffering and death as a human creature. This is consoling to me as a creature who is suffering more than I ever have before. My blindness is very disorienting and only a little more bearable because I know I am not left alone to go through it by myself.
The Sisters and my doctor are hopeful I will regain sight in my left eye. It is not a cataract afterall that is causing blindness but some other undescribable obstacle that should be healed with eye drops and pills. My right eye is totally gone. I see the doctor again on Tuesday.
If I can't be out herding the guinea fowl, whom I hear squawking around the yard, and if I can't run out to greet guests, or do my other assignments, then Holy Week is as good a time as any to be confined to the porch. I take it as a time of conversion while I listen to readings from passover and the way of the cross. Perhaps my healed vision will be more than just that of my physical eyesight.