“Can you just remind me about Jesus?” I asked him. I asked because I know he knows Jesus. I know he’s talked to him, heard his words, dropped things and followed. I know he’s deeply familiar with the everlasting love. I know he radiates hope and joy and light, which means he’s given himself awayContinueContinue reading “Forever grateful for holy priests”
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Dos poemas
Occasionally I write weirdo non-rhyming poetry, and sometimes I even share it here. This is one of those days. (Guinea pigs for anyone who can’t take it). =============================================================================================== Uno Dropping a balloon Sometimes there are two sides. And on one we have everyone and They’re saying, “smaller, smaller, smaller.” Because unknowns should apparently Be handledContinueContinue reading “Dos poemas”
My personal 15 Triduum favorites
This year I visited with friends and parted with, “Merry Triduum!” because I wasn’t sure of the correct greeting. But then a different friend wished me an “Epic Triduum” which fits better, doesn’t it? I didn’t take pictures of the events on Friday or Saturday. Sometimes it’s just better to be present than to rushContinueContinue reading “My personal 15 Triduum favorites”
That one time St. Joseph broke it down for me
So, I started writing this on the feast of St. Joseph, but it ended up being too long. So, I’ve split it into a few posts to avoid TL;DR. Enjoy. The theme of this post is mustard yellow. Mustard yellow is different from the bright, lemon yellow or the straight Crayola variety; mustard yellow isContinueContinue reading “That one time St. Joseph broke it down for me”
Flying solo. Or wherein I attempt to answer “why I’m still single”
Oh hello, Let’s start typing and see where this goes. I write this with many feels happening here behind the scenes (/screens, heh) and full realization that some people who read this know me in (gasp!) real life, too, and now they’ll know more secret things about me…so this is what I’m navigating. But, IContinueContinue reading “Flying solo. Or wherein I attempt to answer “why I’m still single””
Love and priests and the look of love
I’ve written about priests before, I know and I know, but I’m here to briefly do it again. By an oversight on my part I went to mass twice on Monday–once by blessed force-of-habit at noon time, and then again in the evening because some dear folks asked me to lead Prayers of the FaithfulContinueContinue reading “Love and priests and the look of love”
Love doesn’t make sense to me, either
Did you ever have a conversation that was probably insignificant to everyone else involved but it stuck with you over the next few days and weeks and months, gently permeating your thoughts and research? A while back someone brought up Ephesians 5 with me. Be my guest, guess which part? You probs guessed right. TheContinueContinue reading “Love doesn’t make sense to me, either”
For unto us
I went to mass today, a windy walk away since my little church down the street is closed for the day. I sat in the glorious old building, feet propped on the kneelers (which is probably poor form, but, God and I are pretty tight so sometimes things happen). My eyes wandered to the poinsettiasContinueContinue reading “For unto us”
Many times when I’m in the chapel, I’m not “praying”
“Praying” in quotes in the title. So, I like hanging out in the chapel. I think you’re supposed to go there to pray. And I believe that most people are praying while they’re there. I was taught that praying is “talking with God” and I really like praying, actually. But I’ve notice something about myContinueContinue reading “Many times when I’m in the chapel, I’m not “praying””
Sometimes it helps me to type things out
If you were to be like, “So, what do you love about the Camino?” …which you might not even be asking, but it’s not like I can read minds and I’m just typing thoughts anyway, I would probably tell you what I have told others before you. And that is that: I feel like theContinueContinue reading “Sometimes it helps me to type things out”
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