I once read an article about this first-time mom who delivered her first child, which is totally awesome and everything. She also packed her going-home bag, which is important, obviously, and in it she packed: her pre-pregnancy jeans. She kind of just expected for things to "go back to normal," you know? Like, okay, baby... Continue Reading →
Weeks and weeks ago I injured my nail bed. Today, I can't recall what happened--where I was, what I was wearing, the actual nature of the injury--all I have is the flash of pain, a brief memory in my grey matter. But my nail remembers. A week or so the point of pain on the... Continue Reading →
The first thing that you need to know is that priests don't have wives. You probably already knew that. You might have read an emotionally-charged article or two saying this view or that view about the fact. (Aside: it's actually not a set-in-stone kind of teaching. Like, the priests-without-wives thing could actually change one day.... Continue Reading →
It was Father Paul's birthday so we made pies: strawberry-and-mango as well as spiced pear with blackberries and cherries. And we sat in his backyard and talked about Spain and immigration and wasn't that lovely?
Pre-question: What are you most known for? Ummmmmm. *thinks* Probably my ability to cook/ dance. But some people don't know about that one (the dancing). 1. If you could have lunch with anyone from a fantasy novel, who would you pick? Animals-only. Also, why that one? Ummmm. Probably the Taggarung from the Red Wall series.... Continue Reading →
Friend, I want to join you with deeper compassion, Feel your pain, know your sorrow. But I know that the key to expanding compassion Is to experience more profound suffering, And, if I'm being totally honest, I'm afraid of that. Jesus, Help me to be Brave.
Where we at, world? Update on meself, here: Reading Love Poems from God, a series of poems from saints and religious from the traditions of the East and West i.e. we got some Catholic greats in there (looking at you, Francis of Assisi/ Catherine of Sienna/ John of the Cross), but also, sacred voices from... Continue Reading →
So often my love means routine and I am not one for routine, generally, nor am I naturally disposed to it. But, here I am, at 6:47 a.m., anyway, God, because I know I can't do any of this without You, as tempting as it might be to try.
"Well," the priest said, "why don't you just purchase two tickets to Spain and show up at his work and say, 'Hey, I bought these, let's be friends again, also, let's walk the Camino like we always said we would.'" And then I laughed at him because life is not a rom com.