Well, I guess it was bound to happen one of these days. I got my first “You should be a nun!” comment from a fellow parishioner.

(and “You look like a nun” - I was wearing black dressy slacks, white shirt, and pink vest/jacket… Holy Spirit Adoration Sisters?). Maybe I should wear my brown “Carmelite Outfit” next week.
It’s really been an interesting day…
This morning, I decided to watch some nun/vocation videos on YouTube. One of the nuns/sisters said something about asking Mary, so I did before church. During hymns, like the Gloria, (and looking over at this cute little 4 year old in the pew in front of me), I could visualize myself in a habit. After Mass, one elderly parishioner (who’s part of the Altar Society – they clean the sanctuary and altar every morning, and I see her when I can get to Daily Mass in the morning). That’s when she said, “You look like a nun! You should be a nun!”. We were talking a bit, and before we left, she pointed and said, “Be a nun!

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Anyway, this evening just now, I was helping to take my great-aunt back to her assisted living home, which is the one I’ve mentioned before that looks like it would make for the perfect little convent with its’ simple rooms. I was sitting with my great-aunt in the hallway outside of her room, and was visualizing how it would look as a convent. The thought of the Carmelite Sisters of the Aged and Infirmed came to mind.
Later, there was this elderly lady (the residents on that floor have some stage of memory loss, alzheimers, dementia), took my hand and wanted me to help her walk places (with the worker that works there). So, I gladly helped her go to the “Movie Room” and helped her sit down. Then she got up 30 seconds later and wanted to walk with us (my mom and I) as we were leaving, so the other worker and I (she grabbed my hand again) walked towards the exit. I felt a certain “tug” in my heartstrings (don’t know if it was just doing a good deed, or something more) while we were walking the halls.
One thing that I know I’ve felt a tug to do is to help the elderly (not nursing, more like hospitality) who are in nursing homes, and especially those who have no or little family, or those who don’t have anyone to visit them. Maybe that comes from when I helped my aunt with her Cancer Support Group years ago before she passed away (from cancer). We would sometimes visit people who were recovering from their illness.
Now, I wonder how that fits into my curiousity about nuns (which I think just won’t leave now!), and my attraction to prayer and contemplative life.