The duty of delight
For the last several nights at dinner, I’ve been reading at The Duty of Delight, Dorothy Day’s diaries during the years of the Catholic Worker. Sometimes her entries are incredibly brief and at times they are epic. They are always consistent, though.
This blog began on Holy Innocents Day 2007, but the spans between entries have sometimes been long as life got in the way. I’ve been unemployed, re-employed, become a grandmother three times, saw my husband fracture his skull and end up in a trauma unit and then witnessed our 13-year-old survive five weeks in a coma and five weeks in rehab. Since October 2007, life has been a maelstrom of sorrow, prayer, anger, acedia, joy and resignation.
For a diary or a blog to serve its purpose as confessional and record of daily life, it must have continuity. As our daughter continued to improve each day, the light at the end our tunnel grew nearer and brighter. Now it’s time to step out into the sunshine of God’s love and see life with fresh eyes.
Long or short, trivial or deep, these entries will continue.
