Francine Dempsey has been a Sister of St. Joseph of Carondelet, Albany, N.Y., for 60 years. She is a retired educator, long-time justice advocate, a freelance writer and a member of the Eyes Wide Open of Northeast, New York.

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Like Paul, I was knocked off my horse and blinded

Soul Seeing: Such efforts to work and achieve, efforts to give love so one can earn love, take energy. But what does one do when, in the prime of one's active life, the energy to sustain all that achieving and loving disappears over a cup of tea? 

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Blessed are you achievers, blessed are you duds

Soul Seeing: As my first year of teaching went on, I eventually could neither eat nor sleep nor laugh. During supper, especially during silence meals, I would sometimes simply sit and cry.

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Construct no walls around ‘sacred space’

Soul Seeing: Each night in my prayer, I wrap God’s encircling, unconditional love around the suffering and the inflictors of the suffering, and yes, they are one with me.

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On a foggy Christmas Eve

At 6 p.m. on an unusually mild Christmas Eve, I parked my tan Ford Escort next to Ellen's red one outside a pizza parlor in downtown Syracuse, N.Y.