Sea Cape Cod by Michael Mosier

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the great island of Nantucket!  Happy May Day to all and on this sunny, beautiful day here on this little sand bar called Cape Cod, Osterville, to be specific, I bid you and yours a fine and fair Sunday morning, wherever you may be today.   Today, at Saint Peter’s Basilica in Rome, the beautification of Pope John II is taking place as I write these words.  Millions of people crowded into and around the Vatican where a ceremony is taking place that is being viewed by millions upon millions of Catholics, 1.2 billion of them, all over the world today.  The beautification is considered by the Catholic church to be one step away from Sainthood, where, as tradition dictates, two miracles are needed to actually be canonized a Saint, a Saint such as Saint Francis, Saint Paul, or Saint Andrew, where I will be attending service in a little less than two hours.  As I was watching the last episode of my favorite television comedy show, probably because I was in an “office” environment for so long, “The Office”, “Michael Scott” (the great Steve Carell), the much loved boss of that venerable show, left Scranton, Pennsylvania for Colorado.  The reason I bring this up, I have no problem, as he boarded his plane headed west, admitting I cried.  For, 8 years ago, I did the complete opposite, leaving Denver, and the mountains I love so much, Boulder, really, and headed east, to the unknown–Boston, with Nantucket as the final destination.  Things did not go as I had expected 8 years ago, and, as written in “Taking Fog to Nantucket”, I almost lost my life, strike that, I did lose my life.  Physically, I was done, mentally gone, and spiritually bankrupt, holding onto a broken heart that would need a miracle to heal.  I was, as they say, beyond human aid.  Yet, on this bright sun splashed day, a day mirrored in Rome, I can attest that I am a walking, talking, writing miracle, who through the Grace of God, pulled through the darkest times of my life, mostly through my Faith, no strike that, only because of my Faith in a power much greater than myself.  I lived, for a short time before moving to Washington Park on Pennsylvania Street in Denver, across the street from the seminary that houses 50 some odd seminarians training to become priests, headed by the great Arch Bishop of Denver, and a close, personal friend of mine, Charles Chaput.  The name of the gorgeous grounds, the “compound” if you will, was named after the blessed John Paul II, who did more for this world than any “priest” or man of the cloth in quite some many moons.  When I was there, I remember sitting in the small ball field watching an invisible baseball game, sort of something out of “Field of Dreams”, wondering how my life would turn out, would I fall in love, would I be happy?  Alone and conflicted by being in an industry, a corporate culture I was not to sure about, I would pray to John Paul II, who reminded me of Saint Francis, who could, as legend tells, could see the beauty in everything.  So, when I watched that plane leave for Colorado, Michael, ironic, I know, heading west, to be with the one he loves, I thought about the one miracle that John needs to become a full on Saint, which he already is in my book.  I thought about the fact that I am still here, that I have come full circle, that I live in an area of the country that I always longed to be, my first LOVE–Cape Cod and the islands of Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard, where the lights change every minute, the weather is sometimes scary, but always beautiful, and spring always follows winter and brings that eternal HOPE that we ALL deserve and allow to come to a FULL fruition.  I am Michael Mosier again because of men of FAITH like John Paul II, Saint Francis of Assisi, and even the man who made it all happen, reawakening US all to what we call Love, Forgiveness, Joy and Peace ~ Jesus Himself. There were many who helped me along the way, but on this first day of May, 2011, I am here to tell you that God is in me and he is in you, just look past the physical, the personality, the petty and you shall find what you are looking for.  May you have many blessings during this Easter season and May God keep you and yours forever, especially those in Alabama and the south, for they need that miracle now more than ever.  PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M