Home

  • Sunday Gratitude – 2.VIII.2026

    Sunday Gratitude – 2.VIII.2026

    Boy, has it been busy the last couple of weeks! More appointments than I could shake a stick at, and a couple of weekend events as well. I’m very grateful that things pretty much went off without a hitch, and appointments were met, things a t home have been pretty quiet, and events were enjoyable.

    One of the events that I went to last Sunday was German Fest in Milwaukee. I had toyed with the idea of biking the 16 or so miles up to church, and then continuing on the eight from church to the fest, but I’m happy that I didn’t do that. Instead, I put my bike in the car and drove up to church, changed quickly afterwards in the bathroom, then biked the 8 up to German Fest. I had never biked along the Lakefront Path before, and it was really beautiful, albeit busy with people, making it impossible to go very fast. For me, one of the draws is that I get to see people I know, and so that was really fun. (I just wish my German dress still fit me.)

    I biked the 8 miles back to the car, and at the end I was tired, and I was grateful I didn’t have 16 more to go, but I didn’t feel terrible either. Last year, I parked in a place where it was a four mile ride from my car to the fest, and on the way back, I felt like I was dying. However, I probably hadn’t even been on a bike in at least 2-3 years before then. And now, well, between the Thursday afternoon before German Fest and the following Friday afternoon, I biked over fifty miles, and it was challenging, but fun. 🙂 I’m grateful for the opportunity to be working on my health.

    Silly thing, but my older son was looking for 32 gigabyte SD cards for something. I figured that that was easy enough; as long as I can remember, those things aren’t wildly expensive. Imagine my shock when I walked into Best Buy to get one, and they all seemed to be over $45. Insane. I told him to hold off on buying one, and though I often have miscellaneous extra memory cards and such around, there was nothing that would help him in this instance. Mind you, though, that I haven’t purchased any of these in at least 3 years. The next day, he and his sister went to the gym, and I decided to check out WalMart. Wouldn’t you know, but the price was almost as bad. However, there were two associates who came up right by me, one of them holding a plastic case. Wouldn’t you know, but there were two 32GB SD cards in it. They seemed to be confused about where they wanted to put the item, as it had originally come from the outdoor section, as these two were marketed for trail cams. Nobody is looking for SD cards in the outdoor section! I’m sure this is why this was marked down to $8.50. I proceeded to ask if I could buy it, and they were happy to oblige me, as that also meant that they didn’t have to find a place to put them in the case. I am very grateful I didn’t have to shell out three times as much for the same item.

    After German Fest, I went over to my church’s church picnic. That was fun, too. The location is great, and it’s nice to hang out with good people. Summer days are beautiful like that.

    Speaking of summer days, we finally got some rain. I don’t think it rained at all in July until the 27th and it was kind of sad seeing everybody’s lawns turning brown. I had mowed right around the last week of June, and I had meant to a couple of weeks after that, and I actually started to, but after about 10 minutes of mowing, I twisted my ankle and it hurt too much to keep going. By the next day already, I didn’t know if it was safe to mow, but it was interesting to see how those strips that I did mow turned very, very brown, and I’m grateful I didn’t cut the whole lawn and have it looking like that.

    On the weather front, we had strong storms that came through on the 27th. Friends of mine in Milwaukee had power knocked out, but here, thankfully, we kept power, there was no hail, etc. Unfortunately, this was not the case in all of Wisconsin, and the town of Menasha, in particular, got hit badly. My kids and I signed up for an event months ago that takes place in this area; once I heard that there was a tornado, I checked back to see if the event had been cancelled. It didn’t seem to be, so we drove up to the area and just happened to end up on the street here that this man is driving on in the first 3 minutes of the video here.

    How did I end up in Menasha? Well, our first destination was in a small town called Combined Locks. The driving on the interstate had been miserable due to rain, and at a certain point, I couldn’t take it any more, and looked for the first exit off, knowing I could come up the western side of Lake Winnebago to get to where I wanted to go. It just happens that Menasha is pretty much on the western side of the tip of Lake Winnebago, so by getting off the interstate, it pretty much meant going through Menasha. It was weird, too, because at first, I just noticed that there were a lot of tree branches and stuff on the sides of the road, and it kind of dawned on me that that must have been a result of the storm. I did not know that within about 15 minutes, we’d be driving through a disaster zone like this. The crazy thing is, though, that once I got through Menasha, my destination was about six miles down the road, and over there, things looked completely normal. For as bad as the tornado was though, it’s amazing that not a single person was killed – certainly something to be grateful for.

    The event that the little kids and I went to was a bike ride/music festival called “Bike to the Beat“. The event took place on Saturday, but the four of us made a little mini-vacation out of it, and it was an awful lot of fun. The drive up was absolutely horrendous, lasting 4 hours when 2.5 is more normal. It rained the whole time and there were accidents and road construction in the Milwaukee area. I was so incredibly grateful both to get off the interstate and to actually arrive at the hotel.

    Manitowoc train tracks Lake Michigan

    BIke to the Beat was amazing, even apart from a couple of wrinkles in the day, and I am grateful that there were no mechanical issues with the bikes, we had all the tools, I didn’t forget any pedals or anything, etc. More than that though, the kids enjoyed the hotel a lot and we took a little detour through Manitowoc on the way back, and it was really a good trip. I’m the type of person who is always trying to anticipate what might go wrong in order to avoid any pitfalls, and when things go off with no major issues, I am grateful.

    I’m grateful, too, that after far too long, I got to video chat with a dear friend. I’m grateful, too that through everything, the friendship holds.

    Wow, it’s been a full couple of weeks! Thank you all for your patience with me! I am certainly grateful for all of you!


    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Sunday Gratitude – 12.I.2025

    Sunday Gratitude – 12.I.2025

    So! We’ve made it to 2025! It didn’t happen this year, but it’s crazy to think that more of my life has taken place after January 1, 2000 than before it. By the end of the year, I’ll have hit the point where I will have been an Orthodox Christian for more of my life than not. It’s a weird thought, especially considering that it often feels like I’ve been Orthodox much longer.

    I’m grateful to still be plugging away at things. I’m still here, still struggling day by day, but I’m still getting up for the fight. I know that kind of sounds weird, but tomorrow is never a given, and in a blink of an eye things can change. The last couple of months have been a lot of activity wrapped in a light fog of melancholy, and the Nativity Fast didn’t necessarily help fend that off. It was a good and worthwhile thing to do, but there were a good number of strange thoughts kind of nagging at me.

    I’m grateful to have passed significant points of progress in the big project in the house. It hasn’t even been two weeks, and there’s still a lot of work to be done, but I think it has helped make things calmer in general. Two of the rooms upstairs are clean, and that’s a lot more than could be said for a long time.

    I am grateful for the people around me. I am grateful that I can withstand some irregularities when it comes to receiving money and such.

    I am grateful for the prayers of the saints.

    I’m tired, but I still need to go up and use the carpet cleaner on the one bedroom, so my mind is wandering off a bit. After the carpet cleaning, a short nap before some more work. *L* I’ve missed you all!

    (P.S. Would you believe that the stats on this blog literally blew up while I wasn’t writing? Basically, there’s a Christmas song that Google is sending people to my little “Songs of the Season” bit on it from 2023 or 2024, so in the last month, I’ve gotten thousands of visitors. Very strange! *L*)


    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • “Saint Alexander of Munich – New Martyr of the White Rose Resistance” – book impressions

    “Saint Alexander of Munich – New Martyr of the White Rose Resistance” – book impressions

    As a parent, it’s difficult to try to instill in one’s children a real love and respect for God. For some children, it almost seems like second nature. For others, it’s a constant struggle. Faith isn’t a thing like reading, where once a person has learned how to do it, that stays with them for the rest of their lives.

    Mind you, I was an adult convert to the Orthodox Church, but one thing that has always fascinated me is lives of the saints. As a kid, I really liked biographies of people and I found a couple of people with whom I was so impressed that I read multiple books about them. I would think that it follows, then, that it would be a valuable endeavor to have high-quality books about saints geared toward kids at least at the 8-12 year old range.

    The book “Saint Alexander of Munich – New Martyr of the White Rose Resistance” by Katerina Mouriki is a book that tries to fill that gap. It’s part of a series of picture books geared toward older children called “Rivers of Holiness” and sold through Newrome Press. These books were originally published in Greek and then translated into English for these editions.

    I’ve known this particular book has existed for quite some time, but I held off on purchasing it because it’s fairly expensive ($22, plus shipping) and knowing as much as I do about St. Alexander, I was afraid that I would hate it.

    Well, I don’t hate it. However, I do think that there are real issues with this book, some of which are narrative, some factual, and some of which may come down to translation issues.

    First off, I understand that with writing for children, having stories about a person’s childhood is extremely helpful. Unfortunately, in the case of Alexander Schmorell, there isn’t a lot that is out there about his very early life. His mother died before he was two, and Russia was in incredible turmoil during these years. In 1917 alone – the year in which Alexander was born – the tsar abdicated, there were two revolutions, and civil war broke out in Russia. In the next couple of years, add to this the murder of the royal family, widespread illness, such as typhoid, and chaos in the world. World War I was still raging (though Russia had pulled out in December of 1917) and 1918 brought about a worldwide pandemic of flu.

    In the book, Mouriki introduces us to the Schmorell family – Hugo, Natalia, and baby Alexander. At first, I thought that maybe she was basing these scenes on research, but as far as I can tell, these early scenes are completely made up, much like the imaginary friends in the “ValueTales” books. I can overlook this to a large degree if it doesn’t conflict with actual facts because its a literary device, a way for characters to “come alive” even for little children.

    However, there’s a scene in the book where Hugo and Elisabeth Schmorell (Elisabeth Schmorell being Hugo’s second wife, whose family, the Hoffmanns, were also well-off Germans in Russia) are supposedly discussing moving away from Russia “for the sake of little Alexander”. The reality of the situation was that the entire Hoffmann family – if I remember correctly, all eleven Hoffmann siblings, of which Elisabeth was one, plus all their spouses, children, etc – decided to leave Russia together in 1921. Most of Hugo’s family (he also had something like 10 siblings) were left behind in Russia. The move to Germany certainly wasn’t something that Hugo and Elisabeth decided alone.

    Now, this may be nit-picking, but she also states that Hugo lied to “authorities at the border” to get Feodosia Lapschina to be able to accompany them. It sets up a scene where there’s high tension, like, “Will the lie be believed?” This never happened. The truth is much more complicated, and in twenty years, I’m not sure I know exactly what happened, but it’s more than likely that she was actually married to Hugo’s dying older brother in order to make her legally part of the family.

    As we start getting into the Germany side of things, she makes a fairly big deal about how it was Alexander’s dream to study medicine like his father. I don’t think he hated medicine, and I think he absolutely had the intelligence and aptitude for it, but claiming that his dream was to study medicine is more than a little bit of a stretch. As somebody who is quite familiar with Alexander Schmorell’s life this is not a statement I would make. I don’t think that he hated medicine, but by and large, it seems that he saw it as a way to stay off the front lines more than anything else.

    Mouriki claims that Alex proposed the name “White Rose” for the group as a reference to a scene in Dostoyevsky’s novel The Brothers Karamazov. Again, what? There is no definitive answer for us today as to why the group used the name “The White Rose”. I know of probably at least five suggestions that are more convincing than this one, but for whatever reason, this is the reason she chose, so she wrote the book this way.

    In the section introducing the Scholl family, she introduces them with, “The Scholl family were Protestant Christians who were known for their faith and deeply held democratic ideals.” (p 24) Mind you, Magdelena Scholl had been a former Lutheran deaconness and was quite devout, but Robert Scholl, her husband, seems to have had no real use for religion, and was probably agnostic at best. The Scholl children were generally not interested in religion or faith until their older teen years, and a fair amount of that was due to the influence of a Catholic friend.

    There is a kind of bizarre section called “The ‘White Rose’ Blossoms” (p 27-31) where Mouriki claims that Alex visits the Scholl siblings in their apartment on May 21, 1942. She makes sure to denote that it’s a Thursday as well, and claims that Alexander has been pondering the feast day of Ss. Constantine and Helen. This story is not only completely fabricated, but isn’t even correct. Alex’ church celebrated (and still celebrates) feast days according to the Julian Calendar! She also claims that it was at this visit that Alexander proposes that something must be done to counter what the Nazis are doing. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO EVIDENCE THAT ANY OF THIS HAPPENED! This section is almost 5 pages of the book! If you want to be *very* technical about this, on May 22, 1942, Alexander Schmorell wrote Angelika Probst to tell her that the day before (the 21st), he had gone to a concert and had met up with a friend and had some wine. He also wrote that on the 20th, he’d met up with Hans Scholl in Munich’s English Garden. It makes me wonder if the whole point of this was to give the book a Greek connection by randomly inserting a couple of Greek saints into the narrative!

    In a statement on pages 33-34, Mouriki writes, “For Alexander and his friends, no guns or bombs were needed in the fight for truth. The Word of Truth Himself would be their weapon… ” Where in the world did this come from? In their own leaflets, they encouraged sabotage, but more than that, the men of the White Rose were known to have gone around armed, particularly when doing things at night. This is well known, and the statement just seems like wishcasting!

    About halfway through the book, the word “justice” starts getting thrown around. On the last page of the story, for example, “A few hours later, Alexander Schmorell, a champion of the love and justice of Christ against Nazi atrocity, was killed by beheading.” Nothing against justice or God’s Justice or anything like that, but it seems like it’s a modern concept here inserted in. The members of the White Rose didn’t expect there to be any true “justice” under the Third Reich, but they did what they did because they knew it was the right thing to do.

    Additional miscellaneous factual mistakes

    • WWI was not already over in 1917, and the Russians hadn’t even pulled out until December of that year (p 7).
    • Tsar Nicholas II was not murdered in 1917 (p 7).
    • Hans, Alexander, and Willi were not sent to Stalingrad (p 38)
    • Maybe a quibble, but the Soviets did not open up the churches with the Nazi German invasion, the Nazis allowed churches to open again under occupation.
    • While an opinion, Mouriki claims that the Hans and Alex needed to write the leaflets in simple language so that people can understand them (p 36). This was not the case at all; the language used in the first four leaflets was so much at a high level that even Professor Huber, when he became involved, insisted that they tone it down.
    • The dates for Alex’ arrest are wrong, as is the description of what he did to try to escape, and how and where it happened. IN A BOOK ABOUT THE MAN! (p 48)

    Weird Details

    • Mentioning Juergen Wittenstein early on, never to mention him again, but even when he had more of a role.
    • Thilde Scholl was the seventh Scholl child and died before her first birthday. So yes, there were seven Scholl siblings, but writing about them like, “The seven siblings had a large group of friends…” is strange.
    • She mentions the arrests of Hugo and Elisabeth Schmorell (they were actually arrested twice) but not the fact that his sister Natalia, only 16 was also arrested. All three of them became extremely, resulting in their release. However, Natalia, only 16, I believe, suffered a detached retina and went blind in one eye, but it’s just weird that she’d mention the parents but not the sister.
    • In the timeline provided in the back of the book, the births of Alexander Schmorell, Christoph Probst, Hans Scholl, and Sophie Scholl are noted, but NOT Willi Graf.

    Misspellings/mistranslations:

    • MIsspelled names – Erich Schmorell, Feodosia Lapschina (while calling her “Theodosia” isn’t necessarily objectionable, the “th” sound doesn’t even exist in Russian), Elisabeth Schmorell, Angelika Probst, Elisabeth Scholl, at the very least
    • Natalia Schmorell (Alex’ mother, not sister) died of typhoid fever, not typhus. (This gets very confusing since the German word for typhoid fever is Typhus.)
    • “Hans and Sophie were captured and tied up.” (p 47) Arrested and detained, yes, but tied up?
    • The translations of the snippets of letters and leaflets are not great. I suspect not only were they were translated from German to Greek, and then Greek to English, they were also “simplified” for suitability in a children’s book. One example, from Alexander’s last letter to his family – (German) – Nun hat es doch nicht anders sein sollen und nach dem Willen Gottes soll ich heute mein irdisches leben abschliessen…” (English, my translation) And now it has come to none other than this, that shall it be the Will of God my earthly life today will come to a close…” (Book translation) “Nothing more is going to happen now. By God’s will, my earthly life will come to a close today…”
    Alexander Schmorell grave

    I am really really thankful to have been given this book and take a look at it. The story of St. Alexander, in truth, is spellbinding. However, this book seems to fall into the category of dramatized histories of the White Rose like “Ceremony of Innocence” by James Forman and “Zu Blau der Himmel im Februar” by Jutta Schubert which take the real people and events of the White Rose and is not only false, but doesn’t do the original story or people justice. This is especially disappointing when the book is supposed to be telling the story of a saint; it’s like the author here understood the basic contours of the story of St. Alexander and was allowed to simply use her imagination to make up something that sounded good for the rest. It’s also disappointing that no one at Newrome Press caught the very basic factual errors that didn’t depend on someone knowing St. Alexander’s story, such as her assertion that Tsar Nicholas II was executed in 1917. (He was murdered in 1918.) I didn’t get into any of this here, but there are also assertions that are made in the book that may not be technically false, but they don’t represent the story as I know it (such as the story about the ROCOR Cathedral on page 53, which took an event that was actually miraculous and changed details to make it very mundane. Oh! And she didn’t take two minutes to research a date she mentions, because the date she has is wrong – 1990 vs 1992. *headdesk*)

    We Orthodox desperately need stories for our kids, but seriously, we ought to be really careful that we’re creating quality materials. The book itself is quite nice, and I appreciate that there are a few real pictures included besides all the illustrations. However, when we tell the stories of our saints, it’s important to keep them “real”, warts and all, when that is the truth of the matter. I love St. Alexander dearly, but this book takes so many liberties and makes him so perfect that it’s hardly his story anymore. Not only is that sad, but I think that kids in the age group they’re aiming at eventually catch on to the inauthenticity as well.


    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • “I love Kamala Harris”

    “I love Kamala Harris”

    Four years ago, my middle daughter was three, nearly four, as the campaigning for US President and other offices was underway. Being as we live in a state considered “battleground”, we are absolutely flooded with advertising for various political candidates. One of the creepiest bits of political advertising was a 3-second jingle for Biden that would often run between kids’ programming – things like Little Baby Bum and Cocomelon – that sung out “Joe Biden will always be my friend.”

    More than once, I caught middle daughter absent-mindedly singing this, and, not to be mean about it, but I felt it necessary to explain to her that she doesn’t know Joe Biden, he doesn’t know her, and so Joe Biden really isn’t her friend.

    This year, despite the attention the state has gotten, and the large number of candidate visits and mailers in the mailbox, there has been very little discussion of the election at home, being as there’s only one eligible voter in the house. Truthfully, as much as I’m interested in certain aspects of politics, over the last couple of years, I haven’t had the time or the inclination to follow it as closely – there’s work here for me to do, and it’s all removed from the political sphere.

    Anyway, middle daughter is now seven, and youngest daughter is four. The three of us took a walk to the park the other day – a gorgeous, sunny day which one has to appreciate here with the approaching winter – and as we were walking the mile back home, I heard a little voice pipe up randomly from out of the stroller.

    “I love Kamala Harris.”

    Mind you, I wasn’t mad, but I stopped the stroller to come real close to her and ask what she said. She started giggling and repeated, “I love Kamala Harris.”

    Now, theologically speaking, I applaud her; we all should be loving to all fellow human beings. However, I highly suspect that this statement was not said out of Christian charity, but rather because I’ve noticed an insane amount of political ads placed in YouTube videos whose target audiences are probably 90% children under the age of 10. I’d also guess that they are 19 to 1 Harris, with the occasional ad for Eric Hovde thrown in. (Mind you, the anti-Hovde ads make him sound like the devil, so much so he’s made a parody ad of them.) They aren’t ads made for kids, but there’s an obvious tone of something being menacing and Kamala Harris being the solution to making the world right again.

    I used to think that these ads were placed in the kids’ videos to try to convince the adults to go vote. Now I’m not so sure. It sure seems like they are targeting the kids themselves so that the kids will want the people in the house to vote for the “nice lady”. What’s even creepier is that I was using Youtube on one of the same devices as my 4-year-old, logged into the same account, and there were definitely a much greater percentage of non-political ads watching my videos – geared at adults; one of the channels I was watching has a viewership that is something like 90% female (it’s a man who cleans houses!) – and not only was there a lower percentage of political ads in total, they were much more balanced between Republican and Democrat (5:3ish D to R, if I had to guess).

    AI image – “Child with ‘I voted’ sticker”

    Yes, I’m interested in politics, but over the years, I’ve been less and less pulled in that direction because politics is not what I was called to do. I totally agree that it’s important to pay attention – and to vote – but playing so many political ads through children’s content seems downright creepy. Youtube will probably never do it, but after these experiences, I’d love to see Youtube completely quit playing political ads in videos where the main audience is under 10.


    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Sunday Gratitude – 20.X.2024

    Sunday Gratitude – 20.X.2024

    Once again, I hardly know where the week went! We had a taste of late fall earlier this week with a couple days that struggled to make it to 50℉, but the end of the week was absolutely gorgeous. Because of the chilliness, the colors in the area are spectacular, and even though there’s a sadness associated with the fact that all the leaves will be gone in a few weeks, it’s always incredible to see the fall colors in all their glory!

    I’m grateful that, despite all the small and large difficulties, I’m still around.

    I’m grateful God hasn’t given up on me. I’m grateful for friendships, especially those which last over years. I’m grateful for second chances on some of those friendships.

    I am grateful for all of you. I’m also very sorry I haven’t been writing as much. Ever since we geared up for school, life has been insane and overwhelming, and I’m grateful to God for helping me through it, but I’m also trying to figure out how to get all these things done.


    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Hearing things (in music, that is)

    Hearing things (in music, that is)

    This past weekend, I cranked up the CD player and listened to the album Who We Used to Be by James Blunt. It’s a good album, and I think one of the reasons I got it is that I caught him talking about it in an interview and he described it as being music for grown-ups. I certainly agree. So much popular music is geared toward young people, and people seem to stick with the music of their high school and young adult lives their entire lifetimes, but it’s a lot more fun to sing about falling in love as opposed to paying the bills and making sure to get to bed on time… Not that these are the topics that he sings about! Some of these are actually much darker! There’s one that is called “The Girl That Never Was” which deals with a couple mourning a miscarriage. Let me share that with you here:

    One of the things that struck me, though, is how familiar the tune sounds. There’s a little bit where he sings “just like we always saw” that I absolutely knew is in another song. After awhile, the words “when you’re down” came to mind, and after being tormented by this mystery for a couple of hours, I started searching the internet trying to find the other song.

    I couldn’t remember anything else about the other song except that little phrase, which was virtually useless, but I had a sense that the song came from the 70s, so I started searching for songs with that phrase from that time period. With a little bit of searching, the song “It’s a Heartache” by Bonnie Tyler came up in a page of search results, and immediately, I knew this was the song I was trying to remember.

    I’ve been running around like crazy recently, and haven’t had a lot of time to consider these two more deeply, but as I’ve gotten older, I seem to catch more and more of these little things, especially in music. Music isn’t the only place it happens, though –

    Our stories, our music… It’s not that they’re all necessarily rip-offs of each other, but our brains collect bits and pieces of things, mash them up, forget pieces, then glue them back together with some added bits, and they’re all “new”. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, because it’s these things that tell the heart of the most true stories, the things that frame our worldview, the things that keep us going when reason doesn’t seem to work anymore. As a 17-year-old, I didn’t necessarily hear these things unless they were blatant like “A Lover’s Concerto“. Now, I end up “hearing things” in music everywhere I go.


    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Sunday Gratitude – 13.X.2024

    Sunday Gratitude – 13.X.2024

    Again, I ask for forgiveness as far as posting. I had the temerity to entertain the brief thought that things were calming down slightly after the school year started, and the very next day, there was another major upheaval, resulting in switching gears where one of the kids will now be homeschooled. I’m grateful that as bad as this situation could have been, there might be a lot of good that comes from it, and hopefully, the child staying home this year will learn and grow a lot from the extra attention.

    AI prompt – the Bible as a lamp

    I’m grateful to be finding kindred spirits in different places. It’s hard for me to be too social – part of me would definitely like to find a quiet hole someplace and read for the rest of my life – but I’ve really been struck by what happens when a person reaches out a little.

    Trinity University campus fountain

    I’m grateful to have been able to make it to the Touchstone Conference. Last year, I did a pretty in-depth review, but they also posted videos from the conference pretty quickly afterward. Although there was a link to a site where they said the presentations would be available online, at least for attendees, I’ve seen nothing posted as of yet. All in all, I think the quality of the presentations were better – they were more geared toward a conference audience as opposed to seeming like academic lectures – but a lot of the joy of the conference, for me, is to be around a group of Christians who consider the questions of what Christian life and Christian witness look like in these days. I’m definitely not someone who parties hard or anything, but I was part of a conversation that Thursday night that stretched until 1am on Friday morning. I got to spend time with old friends, met some new people, and even got to chat a little bit with Rod Dreher (not an affiliate link) and Vesper Stamper, both of whom were presenters.

    Dreher Stamper Touchstone
    Rod Dreher and Vesper Stamper as part of a panel discussion

    I’m grateful to have gotten the chance to visit an old friend, someone I hadn’t seen for many years. He is chronically ill, and so there’s gratitude here simply for the fact that I still have the ability to visit him. We’ve known each other since I was 13 (and he, 14), and despite some radically different paths in life, there’s a level of simply knowing him that doesn’t exist with most people I know.

    I’m grateful, that, with some help from God, I think, in order to hit some of the high notes without making a fool of myself, I made it through a Sunday Divine Liturgy as the entire choir – with a Serbian setting and the vast majority of the service being in Church Slavonic. Some of it was my own doing, but in the end, the range I sang was something like 2 1/2 octaves, and while I was still mostly singing soprano, I did jump into alto as necessary (for the Cherubic Hymn and the Hymn to the Theotokos) and once even to tenor. I got a little lost a couple of times, but it turned out much better than I probably could have even hoped for.

    I am grateful to have been able to sit and just *talk* with a priest, because I just need that sometimes. I’m grateful that it worked out that I didn’t have any kids with me, and although a lot of the talking was on the lighter side, so to speak, there was more to it than “fluff”.

    I am grateful for the beautiful weather; it’s been warm, but getting cooler at night, and I couldn’t ask for anything better.

    I’m grateful also that with all the driving, there haven’t been any major things. It’s really easy to start to be inattentive to the driving when one is doing so much of it, “autopilot” mode, so to speak, and I’m just thankful that the driving isn’t in extremely stressful situations.

    I know there’s a lot more I could list here, but I also need to work on some other things here, so please know that I certainly am grateful for all of you.


    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Wordless Wednesday #70 – Scenes from a Day

    Wordless Wednesday #70 – Scenes from a Day
    sunrise road

    fog over field car mirror sunrise

    Life is Good password wifi


    blue sky sunshine field electricity

    playgroundbolt


    Green car wash

    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Sunday Gratitude – 22.IX.2024 – Farewell to Summer

    Sunday Gratitude – 22.IX.2024 – Farewell to Summer

    The last week and a half has been quite warm with temperatures in the mid-80s. This is a bit warmer than my ideal, and between those temperatures and no rain for over two weeks, the incredible green of the grass around here gave way to yellow and brown. The trees, too, are starting to change color, still barely perceptible, but with each passing day appearing a larger hint of impending autumn. We got some rain this past Tuesday or Wednesday morning, but practically all of today has been wet, and the tumultuous winds outside give every indication that they are doing away with summer once and for all. I am thankful for the rain, and even the cooler temperatures; when I managed to make it outside to walk, I don’t like it when it’s already quite warm before 6am.

    I’m thankful that I’ve been able to get the kids where they’ve needed to go the last couple of weeks. I think there must be ways to streamline the process, but at the moment, I’m driving at least 3.5 hours a day. I’m thankful that even if I think it’s mind-numbingly mundane, I was able to avoid an accident and even when I’ve missed turns and such, these haven’t been huge mistakes.

    I’m grateful that I have friends to call and meet up with. I’m struggling with feeling stretched – part of me is more than content to hide behind the computer screen my whole life – but there’s something incredibly important about reaching out in a more human way.

    I’m grateful for a little quiet now, and I’m looking forward to a bit of a “mini-retreat”, for which I am grateful to have the opportunity to attend.

    I’m grateful to have been able to catch up on sleep a little – I’ve really noticed how much less I hurt when I have something approaching an adequate amount of sleep.

    Forgive me for the sparse posting; I still am grateful to you and your support.

    September leaves park path

    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Wordless Wednesday #69 – Patriot Day

    Wordless Wednesday #69 – Patriot Day


    never forget plaque tree patriot day 9/11

    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!

  • Wordless Wednesday #68 – Rocks

    Wordless Wednesday #68 – Rocks
    Split Rock Lighthouse, Minnesota

    Gene Roddenbury rock Vulcan Alberta Canada

    New Zealand river rocks

    Rock, mountains, street, Juarez Mexico

    Memorial Rocks Munich Germany Freiheit Scholl Probst graves

    Lviv Leopolis Lion

    Rocks stack Lake Michigan Carthage College Kenosha

    dore canto 31 white rose

    If you enjoy my posts, please consider:

    • Giving this post a “like”
    • Sharing this post
    • Subscribing to the blog
    • Pledging monetary support
    • Subscribing to my YouTube or Anchor.fm channels
    • Patronizing the links that support this blog: Lilla Rose | Amazon

    Thank you very much!