update from sparkleup

writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/discernment.md

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     * [ ] Prayer
     * [ ] With the same numbness, applies for MPsych
 
+## Prayers
+
+Maybe swap Student's Prayer and Prayer to St Kateri?
+
+* Student's Prayer
+* De Profundis
+* Prayer to St Kateri Tekakwitha:
+
+St. Kateri Tekakwitha, favored child and Lily of the Mohawks, I come to seek your intercession in my present need: (mention it). I admire the virtues which adorned your soul: love of God and neighbor, humility, obedience, patience, purity and the spirit of sacrifice. Help me to imitate your example in my state of life. Through the goodness and mercy of God, Who has blessed you with so many graces which led you to the true faith and to a high degree of holiness, pray to God for me and help me.
+
+Obtain for me a very fervent devotion to the Holy Eucharist so that I may love Holy Mass as you did and receive Holy Communion as often as I can. Teach me also to be devoted to my crucified Savior as you were, that I may cheerfully bear my daily crosses for love of Him Who suffered so much for love of me. Most of all, I beg you to pray for me that I may avoid sin, lead a holy life and save my soul.
+
+Amen.
+
 ## Story
 
 Dee cupped his fingers over the bridge of his muzzle and pulled down gently while pushing his snout up. The isometric stretch served to highlight every bit of tension within his neck, and as he held the pressure, he closed his eyes, counting the knotted muscles. Pressed, pushed, and held until he could feel the lactic acid burn deep in the tissue, and then released. With his targets thus marked, he ducked his muzzle down and slid his paws back, fingers kneading along sore muscles.
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+As promised, Dee was not run out of the campus in the dark of night. He was given the remainder of the month to wrap up his affairs and attend to the task of packing his meager belongings in order to move out of his room.
 
+It was more than enough. His stuff was packed into two file boxes within an hour. After all, all of the furniture in the room belonged to the school. What had he besides clothes and books? Clothes, books, and his rosary.
+
+He carried with him always, now, his fingers marching through the decades of beads as words tumbled through his mind, spilled from his mouth without a sound. Over the next two weeks, he prayed the Rosary dozens of times. Hundreds of *Hail Marys* and *Our Fathers*.
+
+And each time, he announced the mystery of the Transfiguration of Jesus, for now, here at the end, he needed that feeling of holiness. He knew not what drew him to begin this litany of prayer. He strove to pray the Rosary every day, as a rule, but now, he needed that reassurance of faith. He needed some sign, whether to himself or to those around him, that this discernment was one of vocations, not of faith. 
+
+With his possessions packed away, Dee had little to do beyond pray and spend as much time in the library as he could before it would no longer be available to him.
+
+"Technically," Borenson had confided. "You shouldn't have access to anything but the refectory, the chapel, and your room for the remainder of your time, but I don't think anyone will begrudge you access to your beloved books."
+
+<!-- Reads about St Dymphna, applies/considers applying for a psych degree back in Idaho, last prayer at St Kateri statue -->