This is my Camino. Welcome.
The morning commute was rough today--snow during the drive-time meant delays for miles and miles--and there I was, in the midst of it. In my mind, I tried to construct haikus, two of them, for St. Christopher and St. Anthony, as I've been looking for flights for weeks and weeks now, waiting for prices to... Continue Reading →
I have a spiritual director; we meet once a month. He asks me about my prayer life, and what parts of the Bible are striking my heart. Every month, he always asks me if there is a scripture passage that I would like to use for meditation. Sometimes I pick one that comes readily to... Continue Reading →
I went to a gathering today Ran into a woman I've known for a while We've never been close, But I always enjoy her company, So I sat next to her at the table. At the break another woman asked me-- If I have been praying for a husband or for a good convent? Maybe... Continue Reading →
Maybe St. Joseph Was just as broken as My father. We paint a rosy picture-- Joseph cradles a sleeping Mary Joseph covers the baby Jesus Joseph works in his shop And the doves gather As the lilies bloom. But maybe We're wrong. And our heart-cries For perfection have forgotten: Joseph was not announced by an... Continue Reading →
Oh, lawd. I'm going to start out with: this is my opinion (and my blog). If you disagree with me, you can tell me and we can discuss via comment-section 4-ever. Here's an age-old question for the masses: Can men and women be friends? Like, really-friends? Not where, secretly, they just want to "take it... Continue Reading →
I used to work with this one guy at my old job who is fun and ultra-talented and everything else. One day I stopped by his desk and he wasn't there, so I left him a sketch of a particular saint whose feast day it was that day. It was a cartoon version, cute but... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I met some old-but-far-flung friends halfway between their distant homes and mine. My friends, Lauren and Mica, are sisters; we've been friends since grade school for real, though. We drove out after work, exchanged happy greetings and unloaded at the farmhouse where we would be staying the night. And then, we... Continue Reading →
Today is August 14. Today is the "Feast day" of St. Maximilian Kolbe. I did the math on the side of the desk-calendar the previous lady left here. On this day, ninety-four years ago, one of the infamous Nazi "doctors" walked down the stone steps into the dark dungeon where Kolbe had been left, with... Continue Reading →
On Sunday, after church and church-y things, I sat around with my brothers and the young, tall priest at my parents’ church and he was like, “Do you guys just want to jam?” because that’s how he talks. So, they began playing. They tried to stick to songs that the small crowd mingling about would... Continue Reading →
