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The Immaculate Conception

The Soundbar Recording beneath was made in 1949 at Loudes in France. 
Let us pray for the souls of every choir member.

 
June 19, 1955

 
Dear Diary,
 
Today was truly a remarkable day in the sanctuary of the cave. I felt the presence of divine grace more strongly than ever before. As I was exploring John Hathaway's room, I stumbled upon an extraordinary find—an old printer's plate of Murillo's The Immaculate Conception. The intricate details and the reverence captured in the plate took my breath away. It felt like discovering a hidden treasure, a rare and beautiful gift from the past.

Tom, ever supportive and thoughtful, set up one of his architect easels for me. It's positioned perfectly by the soft, natural light filtering through the cave's entrance. I spent hours drawing, lost in the joy that has been with me since I could first hold a pencil. Sketching here feels different, almost sacred, as if every stroke of my pencil is a prayer in itself.

Sister Mary Claire added to the day’s blessings by setting up an extra record player. She even let me play her cherished 1949 record of "Immaculate Mary." The sweet, soulful melodies filled the cave, transforming it into a little piece of heaven. The music resonated with the walls and my heart, making the whole place feel like a sacred haven.

As I sit here tonight, surrounded by the warmth and beauty of these gifts, I can't help but offer a prayer of thanksgiving:


"Dear Lord,

Thank you for the blessings you have bestowed upon me today. For the discovery of the printer's plate, a reminder of the beauty and devotion of those who came before us. For Tom's kindness in setting up the easel, allowing me to express the creativity You have placed within me. For Sister Mary Claire's generosity in sharing her beloved record, filling this sanctuary with the heavenly sounds of praise. I am humbled and grateful for these moments of peace and joy. May Your presence continue to guide and inspire me in this sacred place. Amen."

Indeed, it feels as if heaven has come down to the cave. The air is filled with a sense of peace and divine presence that is almost tangible. I am so thankful for this serene sanctuary, for the beauty it holds, and for the quiet moments of grace that it offers.

With a heart full of gratitude, Kathy



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