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Ashes from Mass. The Lenten season has begun! (In which case, that exclamation point was unfitting.) Apparently, you aren’t allowed to say Alleluia either.

I have chosen to abstain from Facebook and dessert. It makes me sort of embarrassed to say that those are the things that distract me from purity of body, mind, and soul, but I guess I should be grateful that I don’t struggle with any more heavily negligent vices. And the whole dessert thing was never a problem until coming here. These nuns gotta have dessert after EVERY lunch! I don’t think the design of our bodies can handle that much sugar…unless frequently passing out for after meal naps counts as “handling” it. Instead of dessert, another intern and I are going to leave the table that is set with a plate of warm, gooey, chocolate temptation, and go for a meditative walk through the forest or out to the sea. Good trade-off, I say. 

I’m also going to read Reza Aslan’s, “Zealot: the Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth”, a historical perspective of Jesus’ impact on society; My way of becoming intimate with Jesus before the arrival of Holy week and Easter.  

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Baby lambs born this morning! We have been checking on the three pregnant ewes constantly since Mother Hildegard assigned us interns the role of sheep midwives, but Sophia decided to have her babies on her own while we were all fast asleep. She did a perfect job. Her two girls were licked clean, nursing, and wobbling around with sprightliness when Noel (one of the interns) found them at 2:30 am.