....The call and response of light and dark are a liturgy we’re all meant to live by. Instead of running from it, lying down in it, or calling it names it hasn’t earned, consider walking in the dark to be a spiritual practice."
today on a miserable day, I needed this.
From Emily P. Freeman today...
"What do we do when we feel surrounded by darkness? Is the only answer to look for, wait for, even fight for the light? Or is there work to be done right here, in me and around me, in the middle of the dark?...
you can tell i'm too in my head because I can't hardly bring myself to read new books, I'm firmly just wanting to re-read things that bring me comfort.
today is one of those days that just puts me in the weirdest place emotionally. what does it mean to be commissioned when you haven't been "in ministry" in two years? how can something that used to occupy so much of you be something you barely recognize?
When kids are getting shot in their pews at a catholic school mass and your crime plan is to have national guard put mulch down around DC maybe rethink your strategy
Powerful words from the Mayor of Minneapolis “And don't just say, this is about thoughts and prayers right now. These kids were literally praying. It was the first week of school. They were in a church.” Action, not talk. Absolutely heartbreaking.
having a time lately, but my seniors are working on a crossword as a class and it's honestly the cutest thing i've listened to in a long time while they try to figure out all the clues.
i mean, are flowers really still too much to ask for? that's all i'm saying.
like, a girl would love some first day flowers. or comissioning anniversary flowers. or birthday flowers! just flowers!!!
not me just avoiding socials as much as possible in my summer. what a gift. and yet here we are on the second day of the school year, and we've already had a water main break and i'm debating being an incredibly petty person. wins all around.
having one of those days, and just so thankful that this is what it should have been like all along. what a gift this year has been, even in the chaos of it all.
survived april. now the challenge will be to survive may without forgetting anything i'm supposed to show up at. no one is allowed to touch my schedule until the middle of june, please and thank you.
if all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else continued, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger #wutheringheights
the way that the group chats are literally all going insane today while trying to schedule the next like month of our lives should be indicative of how absolutely WILD the next four weeks will be.
needed a dopamine hit, ended up digging through old emails.
finding emails from two of my favorite people in the world who I don't get to have beside me anymore was not exactly the happiness I was looking for.
tired of this sad phase. ready for happier days.
you really think you might be close to getting over it and then there's a new development, sometimes even literally, and you realize your heart might still have some cracks after all.