Navigating the world and its terrors is easier for knowing these women are there, forever.
Most days, my work is just like every other basic desk job — a grey-walled cubicle, tedious work at the computer. But it’s not as drab as it sounds. In fact, it’s black and white and out of sight!
You see, I work for the Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. The work, meetings, and phone calls are all for the purpose of supporting a mendicant order of around 120 sisters. It’s always fun explaining to people that in the cube next to me is a woman who only ever wears white with a black veil, and who no longer uses her legal name.
And if that weren’t weird enough, I told my best friend a couple of weeks back that I was getting a day off from work. No, there wasn’t a holiday she’d forgotten—I was headed to the sisters’ professions of final vows. Basically, I got out of the office for a mid-week wedding.
So, I dressed up and went to church, and got lucky with an angled pew that gave me a vantage point to watch the faces of the seven sisters making final vows and many of their family members.