Sunday, 19 August 2007


The title comes from Louis MacNeice's poem entirely.

And if all the world were black or white entirely
And all the charts were plain
Instead of a mad weir of tigerish waters,
A prism of delight and pain,
We might be surer where we wished to go
Or again we might be merely
Bored but in brute reality there is no
Road that is right entirely.

My eyes are firmly fixed on heaven, but the mundane aspects of life can and do cause me problems. This blog is my attempt to deal with them.


Anonymous said...


Do you know where I might obtain the beautiful prayer card of St. Rita which is on your site? I live in New York, and have never seen this prayer card. Thank you.

Rita said...


Sorry Anon, I can't remember where I got that image from. I've been trying to source it and I can't find it anywhere.