The White Parasol

Back in 2005, I visited Mount St. Bernard’s Abbey in Leicestershire.  There is an altar there to Blessed Brother Michael Tansy. I was in some desperation;  my son’s illness had come back again. So, I asked him “What do I have to do?”  I was desperate for instructions. And I startlingly got an answer.  From [...]

Early 2006. Driving along in my yellow mini on the way back from town to my house I was pondering on the illness of my son.  He had been cured we thought and now it was back with a vengeance. It had shown itself by appearing above the clavicle so now we knew that we [...]

There is the greatest of difficulties for me to understand myself. I am full of contradictions. My Mother said once that I was “…so contrary” when I was a small child. I never forgot this even though I did not then understand. Now I know that she is right and it has taken me most [...]