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A Thought for Today

Brotherhood is only love by yet another name.

 

When it comes to investigative reporting Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein (aka Woodstein), the Washington Post reporters who first broke the Watergate story, are probably at the top of the totem. Today, however, we're proud to introduce a new team who have gone to extraordinary lengths to uncover the truth about a subject that has puzzled a lot of our readers over the years.

Blackie and McKuen (aka BlackMac) reveal for the first time the story behind the naming of Sister Mark Sandy! Their methodology was breathtaking in it's complexity; they simply wrote and asked her to explain!

On a more serious note, Sister Mark has played an important role in Rod's personal and professional life, as evidenced by this extract from a past Flight Plan:

My first book, "and autumn came. . ." was published in 1954. A friend, Bill Henderson, paid for it to be issued by a small vanity press. I met Bill through a really close chum, Bea Sandy. Well, she was more than a chum, I had a crush on her that to this day has never ended. Alas for me, but good news for the poor, downtrodden and disenfranchised, she chose Christ as a husband. That is to say, she became a nun. Talk about competition, I never had [pardon the pun] a prayer...

Sister Mark is to this day a close friend and confidante and but for her prayers and advice I'm sure I would have strayed more than I have. And God and Sister Mark know I've strayed as much as some and more than most. She always believed in me and spread the word and so thanks to her and Bill, just as I was finishing boot camp at Fort Ord, "and autumn came" was published.

- First published in the Flight Plan of August 30, 1998

Rod and I have both received a lot of mail enquiring how Sister Mark came by a masculine name. I occasionally correspond with her but felt I didn't know her well enough to pose such a personal question so I asked Rod if he could shed any light on the subject.

Surprisingly he couldn't but forwarded my letter to the good Sister who was kind enough to send the following reply:

Curiosity killed a cat!

In 1965 when I finished my Seminary (novitiate) year and received the Daughter of Charity habit, I was among one of the first bands (groups) to be allowed to ask for my name.

First choice was Sister Beatrice - but at the time there were already 8 of them, and I was told no. Second choice was Sister Sandy - in Europe Sisters often go by their last names - but I was told "we don't do that here." Third choice was Damaris, a convert of St.Paul's and a holy woman about whom nothing more is known that what is stated in the Acts of the Apostle, and I figured if that was all anyone knew about me when I died I could consider myself very lucky. I was a convert through a Paulist father at the Cal Newman Club, and it just seemed appropriate. But, at that time, it still had to have a saint's name to go with it. So I went through all the one syllable names. Liked Ann but we had dozens of them in one form or another already, and Mark Damaris just sounded like it went together. So I asked for Sister Mark Damaris.

There's another story about the famous Sister who took our requests, that I won't try to tell here, but her response to my request was "You don't want all that - you look like a Mark." And when we received our names on the day we officially received the habit...I became Sister Mark.

In the 70's we were allowed to go back to our baptismal names if we wanted to, but I'd watched the problems in changing your name at a large hospital where everyone knows you, and didn't think it was worth the confusion - then, and for years after as people tried to remember who you were/are, and what your name was or had been.

So I'm still Sister Mark. My family and OLD friends, those who knew me before I became Sister, still call me Bea, but to everyone I've met since Sep.1963, I'm Sister Mark.

Hope satisfaction brings it back!

Thanks for the input, Sister Mark, and love & prayers to you. If BlackMac make it to the Pulitzer's we'll be sure to let you know.

I'll be back next week with another in our "This One Does It For Me" series. If you have a favorite McKuen song, poem or story you'd like to share, drop me a line at kenb@mckuen.com and I'll make sure it gets an airing right here one Wednesday soon.

 - Ken, Johannesburg, November 2

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For years we've passed it off as boredom. It's only now we recognize it by its real name: Peace.

In the name of being and all human beings, I ask that you begin to be as soon as you begin to see. Merely seeing is not enough.

WHY LOVE

It is not just for our own good pleasure
that we come to love each other,
discovering the differences
divining the sameness that finally tell us
what we truly are: selfish in our needs
yet willing to give everything
so that we might please our God
               not just each other.

For the desperate God is not the father
but the waiting arms of love.
Love, as simple as we see it
on the outside, as complicated 
as it soon becomes at closer quarters.

I believe no animal or man,
nothing that depends on contact
within the universe we know
beds down with another of it's kind
          in the absence of love.

Some thing not always something
has to swell the heart
to make things work.

Who among us has come away from love
with nothing but a self-reward?
What is left behind,
what sticks and stays
           as we move on
is the part of us that's best.
If we ever wish to see
the best side of ourselves
the side unselfish, unafraid,
then we must learn to love.

                     -
from "The Beautiful Strangers", 1981
 
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