Maybe a confession wasn't the wisest of decisions, but with hindsight I can lament the misdemeanor.
The priest, though it is a title he does not deserve, has scorned me in public, ruining my reputation and forsaking his own promises to God by breaking the seal of confession. I told him all the usual sins and, in a roundabout way, my slightly more deplorable transgressions, though in no detail, and he dared to oust me from the confessional and make an example of me! I was furious and humiliated, but I refuse to let a petty priest have that sort of effect on my life. I shall no longer attend Mass where he preaches and I look forward to my Southern hemisphere travels that will take me far away from his hypocrisy.
I don't even have the time to dwell on the priest for this week has been ever so hectic; I am trying to fit in various visits with all my wonderful friends before I leave for my Grande Tour.
The Duchess of Tuthershire welcomed me to her home with open arms and I cannot fault her hospitality. It was delightful to see her in her natural habitat surrounded by friends and family, and it truly cheered my heart to catch up after so many months.
Another Northern lovely that I managed to coax South was the ever exquisite Belle who was horrified at the prospect of me leaving without saying a proper farewell. I don't think it had entirely sunk in that I really have left the North. The last three years have been incredible and it pains me, knowing that I am not going to be returning any time soon.
Before I get too nostalgic and wander off into the land of dreams, I have to mention the secret suitor, the White Knight, that Mother had kept hidden from me these past few weeks...
I have finally had the pleasure of his company; conversing that soon led to kissing. But alas, the White Knight is true to his name and shall be leaving for battle, far too soon for me to even comprehend what could have been. So as I begin to organise my belongings for my own journey, I think about the different paths each and every one of us takes every day without even realising. It had never before occurred to me to live or travel abroad, but here I am, arrangements have been made, and only two weeks until I depart!
D. S.
Duchess of the Shire
This blog is a fictional account of a semi-Georgian Duchess. It was inspired by the love of all things 18th century and is purely the work of my imagination. All stories, themes, names and addresses http://duchessoftheshire.blogspot.com/ are fictional but also under the UK copyright laws. © .
I hope you enjoy everything that you read and it gives you some insight to a troubled, scandalous and rebellious Duchess.
D. S.
I hope you enjoy everything that you read and it gives you some insight to a troubled, scandalous and rebellious Duchess.
D. S.
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Wednesday, September 07, 2011
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My Dear Duchess,
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for what the priest did to you. He is apparently an agent of the devil and not God. I send you a hug via my letter and wishing I could have a few choice words with him. He kind of reminds of a nun my Mom had when she was in school. But the nun got taken care of when my Mom's dad hit the nun in self defense, a priest witnessed the incident and everyone went before either the Bishop or Archbishop and the nun was sent away on retreat. Or as I like to think, she was sent away to think about her sins. That was that for the nun.
I'm glad that you did get some comfort from your friend Duchess of Tuthershire. She sounds like a wonderful person. Speaking of wonderful people, Belle making the visit South was very nice of her and I imagine catching up on any news from the North was nice too.
Your White Knight sounds as if he straight out of a book. Have you ever heard of "Through the Looking Glass"? In the book he is the only character who is truly nice to the heroine, Alice. But you have a lot of people in your life who are truly nice to you.
So try not to tire yourself before you leave on your trip.
Hugs,
Misha
Blimey. I've never heard of a priest kicking someone out of the confessional before. That is worth a letter to the bishop alone. As for breaking the seal of the confessional *sharp intake of breath*. That is a defrocking offence straight away! As a Catholic, what you mention and someone keeping instead of consuming holy communion are about the most wrong things anyone can do. With your friends and family by your side, I am sure you will rise above it though. All the best with your preparations!
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