I believe in being honest with God because, really, if you’re not honest with Him, who can you be honest with? And on Monday or Tuesday I honestly said, “God, how about some snail mail?” And God and Juli-YEAH and the United States Postal Service delivered. Snail mail from Juli-YEAH AW YISS. So, to provideContinueContinue reading “Canticle of two youths and the OPPOSITE of a fiery furnace”
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Marks in all shades
I’ve been reading a few things online about those multiple shades of grey (but not many things, because as a child I learned about “be careful, little eyes, what you see,” and, even though I wasn’t aware of the internet then, I’m aware of it now, and the truth of the phrase still remains.) IContinueContinue reading “Marks in all shades”
“On Tuesday…”
For reasons of shared-pastor, our priest doesn’t celebrate mass at my small-church on Tuesdays. Usually a substitute priest will celebrate instead, or a deacon, or this one guy who is in the diaconate program. If all else fails, though, I’m asked to cover in a communion service featuring the day’s readings, the already-consecrated Eucharist, andContinueContinue reading ““On Tuesday…””
Obstacles
I know this one dude, and sometimes we talk about stuff. Even though he hates hugs or handshakes, he’s the type Who sits super close when talking, Presences brushing as he shares/ questions/ converses. Sometimes we talk about spiritual stuff, this dude and I, Because he knows it’s important to me, and he has anContinueContinue reading “Obstacles”
Poetry prompt: COMPLETED
So. I had ten words to include in a poem. Ta da. Background: I read a thought-provoking article last week about a man forced, at a very young age, to face the mental breakdown/ illness of his young and beautiful wife. That prompted a conversation with my SIL (and we’ve had similar ones before) aboutContinueContinue reading “Poetry prompt: COMPLETED”
Feeding thousands/ dancing the tango
I’m too old for this, but I still dance in our living room, and the worst part is that I still make my mom watch, like I’m four-and-a-half. “Mom,” I say, “watch what I learned in Argentine Tango class last week,” and I push-lean against a kitchen chair and trace my toes in sultry circlesContinueContinue reading “Feeding thousands/ dancing the tango”
But, even if He does not…
Every day I’ve been praying my Christmas novena, repeating the words the fifteen times I’m supposed to. I pray it in the kitchen or in church or in bed, on my fingers or my rosary or my bracelet’s beads, praying about the “hour and moment at which the Son of God was born,” and thatContinueContinue reading “But, even if He does not…”
Christmas Magic | Uno
Subtitled: HOW GOOD, EXCESSIVELY FRAGMENTED THOUGHT Rough outline, because otherwise this makes no sense: Story Other story Things that are cool about Christmas Quote that is neat, but doesn’t really tie into anything It still doesn’t make sense…but, at least you have an outline. On Monday Julia texted me all, “Should I dress cute orContinueContinue reading “Christmas Magic | Uno”
Prepaaaaaaaaaaare ye
I wrote to one of my friends today, “I feel like this week is just one long day where I happen to keep changing clothes” and it seriously feels that way–late, late nights of community service all week long, and the next two nights aren’t any different. In fact, I’m supposed to be giving twoContinueContinue reading “Prepaaaaaaaaaaare ye”
There is no title. I’m too tired.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO STARE LONG AND HARD INTO THE FACE OF EMOTIONAL-EATING?? Allow me to present my dinner: This is how I respond to long days, apparently. Last Sunday, when I went on a hike, I decided to snap some photos, “in case I ever needed them.” Well, guess what I need today? SomeContinueContinue reading “There is no title. I’m too tired.”
Seashell Nell 