Two hundred years after Philippine arrived in North America, I arrived at a new frontier of my own. My journey was shorter than hers – a short airplane flight from Ottawa, Canada to the United Nations (UN) in New York City. And I did not dream the way that Philippine did of coming to the new world in which I find myself. But, like her, I was strongly drawn by the Spirit in other ways.
Dreams Do Not Have Deadlines
In 2011, I began, unexpectedly, to experience a call to return to ministry with Mexican-Americans, which I had done in the 1980s, followed by over 20 years offering therapeutic massage, first in a private practice, and then to our elder Sisters in Albany, New York. Since the call was gentle and persistent, I felt it needed testing. So I told Jesus I would do nothing about it until he opened some doors, and if He did, I would walk through them! Two months later, I met Marimer Cepeda rscj at an immigration conference in Washington, DC. Marimer, who is an herbalist/acupuncturist and holis
In 1992, I started working at Rachel’s Women’s Center in Washington, DC. I had a dream but it took a few years to know where I would be going. I read the book, “We Make the Road by Walking”, by Paulo Friere.