Blue Hole Spring. Near Locust Grove, OK. As regular readers as of late know, it’s become an Oasis get-away. Much better stress reliever than one too many Busch Lite beers. It’s Saturday morning 7:45 am, and in fact we’re getting ready to drive to ‘ol Blue Hole for a morning swim in therapeutically cold waters. Which reminds me of a poem posted here at the blog written by “JH” about the ‘Ol Blue Hole; he and I needing to sit down with his medieval instruments and bang out a tune. One that might make a hit if posted here at The Okie Traditionalist.
JH (who incidentally is now himself an “Okie Traditionalist” transplant to the Boomer Sooner state) wrote:
Let's relive those times beforeWhen innocence was at the door. Knockin' lightly, "Hey, let's go"Down to the water at the Ol' Blue Hole
Trad Men’s Group at the FSSP- Tulsa. Tonight. Had heard the group fizzled out and is now being jump started again by an influx of new young men, and that the Fraternity parish is exponentially growing. Perhaps Tradition-minded conservatives across the diocese responding to the Francis Effect. There is at least one consolation under this purgatorial pontificate, the crisis is driving orthodox, practicing Catholics towards Catholic Tradition and the Traditional Latin Mass.
Gotta look for the silver lining in life, whether it’s a sauna, beer, swim, or the healing graces that come from Christ on the Cross, as mystically represented in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
Stay cool and have a good weekend fellow Okie Trads and Beyond.