I am heavy with my own mortality, unawake to it until someone reminds me of Lent, the season a great cloud of witnesses remembered and embodied throughout 2,000 years — “from dust you came, to dust you shall return” — with the Hope in mind that the Son would rise again and with Him, we … More A Poem: Swallowed up by Life
I can’t count how many times I’ve been in my own home and said to myself, “I just want to go home.” But there was nowhere to go. Left with a kind of existential angst and unmet longing, in moments like these I’m usually reminded that what I’m really longing for is completeness and for … More An Exile and a Stranger
I’ve noticed a craving in my soul to slow down, and a resistance in my mind and body luring me to keep scooting around, run from all the things and feelings I’ve been avoiding now for several months; avoiding because I know there are many griefs and hopes in my heart that also live among … More Hope is an Armor
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on November 19th, 2021 I watched from the shadows near the wall as she gently extended her arms toward him, slowly helping him lift from the bed to try to make it to a nearby chair. I could see that his soul really is outgrowing … More What a Love
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on September 9th, 2021 At grief’s mercy, I’m reminded of my smallness — disoriented and powerless. At grief’s mercy, I wait for the ocean’s swell to rise, to fold in on herself and roll her foamy, white, water into my little body — I wait for her waves to … More A Prayer: at Grief’s mercy