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|6/30/2019 18:17:07||I loved Godlieve!||Alanna Lin Ramage|
|7/1/2019 17:00:19||Dear Godelieve,|
What can I offer by way of eulogy that your name does not already say.
Godelieve – beloved of God -
Fr. Greg said to me when he arrived here last week… Now Godelieve can be her name.
God’s Beloved / held by God - this is at once a state and an energy field that powers all existence.
True to her name Godelieve was a “totalizer” bringing together – holding tensions and ideas - including the radical other – she reached out to the marginalized, the vulnerable, the forgotten, the imprisoned. No one and no thing was excluded.
All had to be one. All had to be part of a loving, ever-creating God. She was indefatigable in this rallying cry. She felt it deeply as if It was engraved on her heart. When she was in this mode, it was difficult to budge her. We all know this well.
But most of all Godelieve, I remember your eyes. Your beautiful baby blues that were pools of compassion. Windows to the soul. A passageway to the heart of God.
And they lit up with every new encounter – with vibrancy and excitement for life and color.
Colors in flowers, patterns, quilts, nature - all spoke deeply to Godelieve - Who would think that a Cistercian nun, in a church with plain cinderblock walls, wearing a white cowl without any ornamentation could be so attached to and illumined by color. This was her way – encompassing the spectrum – showing us the rainbow.
Thank you Godelieve - Pray for us - Hold us now in the light of Divine Being.
|Sr Suzanne Mattiuzzo|
I remember her place at the refectory table and think of her every time I pass by. Rest in Peace Godelieve. Pray for us!
I didn't know sr. Godelieve personally, but I listened to her reflection online on the meaning of monastic life. I think she was a treasure.
On my first visit to Redwoods Abbey, Sister Godeleve invited me yo proclaim the Gospel at Eucharist in a way that I could not refuse!
|Steve Coffey OSB Cam|
Godlieve truly lived up to her name, as she opened her heart to God's love and deepened her knowledge of herself as The Beloved.
I remember her droll humor, especially when she would put together outfits complete with hats for special occasions, and sometimes as a surprise, when the weather was damp and gray.
I treasure her handwritten letters (even with arthritis) spanning several decades, keeping me in touch with Redwoods Monastery. She shared the nourishment and inspiration she was receiving from her community, and her wide-ranging spiritual reading and reflections.
I remember her efforts to coax my authentic voice and widen its range, with her honest descriptions of how it sounded to her (definitely needing improvement). She was constantly trying to lift its vibration higher, both physically and spiritually.
I remember her homilies, especially her love of the Trinity. Many times she quoted Kazantzakis book about Saint Francis of Assisi: Speak to me of God. And the almond tree blossomed.
In a lifestyle valuing silence, she could often be heard, as she walked from building to building, humming a tune, unable to silence her joy completely.
I remember Christmas celebrations, learning Flemish hymns, and how to pronounce certain words, which at one time in Belgium's history would have meant a death-sentence if you couldn't pronounce them.
Her appreciation could transform something small and seemingly insignificant into a priceless treasure with unlimited unfolding value.
I remember when it was her turn to tap the gong during silent meditation, and well... things would happen.
Often when she rang the bell outside, a frog would croak to accompany her. She could make any creature want to sing. Her joy is contagious.
I love you dearly, Godelieve, most beloved of God, and the way you allowed your monastic calling to chisel you and reveal your shining beauty.
|7/4/2019 20:18:36||Christine Owen||https://drive.google.com/open?id=1sgUjXyuumtTxBfmBllKnSLh16onKIOJy|
I met Godlieve in 1973 when I first came to visit Redwoods Abbey. She was the first person to greet me with a remarkably genuine smile and that trademark twinkle in her eyes. I immediately knew this was a community of Holiness and Love. Her smile and her profound goodness remain with me to this day.