Author Archives: Ashley Osmera

What is perfection? For the world, it is “the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects, or a person or thing perceived as the embodiment of such a condition, state, … Continue reading →

A sunrise, a sunset. A car arriving, a train leaving. A mountain peak, a distant shoreline. What, you may ask, do all of these things have in common? In every case, our eyes are set on the horizon, that place … Continue reading →

What is music? Rising, falling. Thunder in the depths, a piercing note from the heights. Silence, sound. A cry of sorrow, a shout of joy. Resounding base melodies and trembling harmonies, all swirling together in a wild drama which both … Continue reading →

A Reflection on Trust, Choices, and Vines “Grape vines are not simply born into distinction…they struggled to attain it. It is from teetering on the precipice between life and death that the best fruit is revealed.” (1) We all begin … Continue reading →

It’s hard to believe that we just arrived here a week ago; when we arrive back to the place we’re staying it seems so natural to say “We’re home!” Welcome to Yonkers, NY where the freshman class of Mater Ecclesiae … Continue reading →

My watch reads 6:10 am. I finish getting ready, grab my tennis shoes and rosary, and head downstairs and out the back door. It’s a gorgeous spring morning. (finally!) The sun is up but not yet over the tops of … Continue reading →

This past year I have been attending Mater Ecclesiae College, a small three-building campus with about 40 students in the tiny town of Greenville, Rhode Island. However, the size and population of the place have no correlation whatsoever to the … Continue reading →

What a paradox love is! So many times it seems to be the “loser”, and yet something tells us that in the end it will win. Jesus loves the Pharisees, the scribes, the ordinary people, yet many of their stony … Continue reading →

Inspired by someone who said that Christ staying with us in the Eucharist is crazier than us staying up to be with Him at midnight. When I was younger, I always thought that when I grew up, I wound fall … Continue reading →

The air is heavy with noise: countless people laughing, singing, and whispering prayers. The air is cold but at the same time filled with supernatural warmth and expectation. The air is…well frankly, there’s not much air at all; most of … Continue reading →