On Earth, Goodwill

Any of y’all speak Latin? You may know the word hospes, whose meaning has shifted over the years. Fundamentally, it means “foreigner or stranger,” though it has attached to it a sense of care and welcome, and refers to either the host or the guest, depending on its use. You’ll see it in words like hospital or hospice where strangers care…

“Sunrise”

I work at the local library now. It’s not where I expected to be when I dreamt of the places a double degree and internship in English and Theology would take me, but it’s simple, cozy, and if you ask the 43 books stacked on my nightstand they will tell you it’s quite pleasant. It’s…

Remember Your Death

Earlier this month, I was blessed and privileged to join two dozen of my friends from school on a mission trip to Nicaragua for 8 days. The first half of the week, we went to a center for children where we played and sang and loved with joyous abandon, and where we saw also immense…

Sweet Contradiction

January has always been my least favorite month of the year. It’s just so cold and grey and damp. The Christmas trees lay abandoned on the side of the road, stripped bare and brown. The last of the New Year’s party hats and leftovers have been put away. Vacations end, work and classes begin. January…

New Year, Same Problems

Yes, I know it’s been 9 months since I last posted anything on this blog. Yes, some of you were beginning to get worried. But between transferring colleges, turning 21 (very important stuff), and moving to Europe, it’s been dang busy in my life! Oh, but how glad I am to be back with y’all…

How Healed You Aren’t

All week I’ve been trying to write this post. All week I’ve been grabbing handfuls of words and trying to ease them out of slumber into something worth sharing with you all. I tried writing in my room, alone, in the dark. Outside, in the sun. In the chapel. Over coffee. Under blankets. Nothing. I…

Breathe Easy

In a world where every breath just seemed to prolong the painful inevitability that I would never escape the reality of my own emotional self-flagellation, I managed to escape, and I can finally breathe again. Maybe it’s the distance. Maybe it’s the passing of time. Maybe it’s the therapy. Maybe it’s You. Your name, oh…

Hide and See[k]

The priest, smiling as I made my mea culpas, interrupted me to ask when I last let God love me. I faltered, paused, stared sort of hazy-eyes at his lips, wondering if I had read what he said incorrectly in the dim. “Uh…all…the time?” I remember saying. “That’s convincing.” (Oh, a priest with humor.) “Your penance,…

Old Long Since

December 31st, already? Had to do a little double take when I saw the date on my phone today. It’s really the last day of 2013, I see. The house bustles nearly as hurriedly as Twitter does – everyone getting ready for plans, for dates, for drinks, for the new year. The new year! 2014!…

Twenty for Twenty Fourteen

Here’s the thing, you guys. I’ve been busy. Mind-numbingly, finger-numbingly, soul-numbingly busy. So I haven’t had too much of a chance to sit and pour myself out to count the blessings and mend the cracks. As the academic year draws to a close as the calendar year draws to a close as this life of…

My Conclusion My Commencement

Set the mood. Start with this.  Add a bit of this. Let it sit for a bit. Breathe. Then continue with my story… It is no small coincidence that I am picking up where I left off. A rainstorm. And so much has taken place since the last rainstorm where I asked you to wait…

Waking Up to a Storm

I woke up to a rainstorm today. Trees bowing in the wind, drooping low under their scarf of rain-heavy leaves. Shoes soggy, toes cold, fingers fumbling to brush away seeping drops seeking stops under scarf, sock, skin. Today I woke up to a rainstorm. When you feel like you can’t catch a break – mice…