Category: Life
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A Summer of Wanderings
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page. Augustine of Hippo Since I was 5 years old, I’ve traveled almost every summer. Most of the summers of my youth were spent in France, but as I got older, I tried to get out into different parts of America…
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Sturgeon Moon
“When the snow falls and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.” –George R. R. Martin Full moons have always held significance to me, throughout my lifetime. From the awestruck gazes of childhood to the more spiritual tones of my adulthood, I have always made sure to take a few…
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Brave
I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear. –Nelson Mandela This is a post I started over a month ago. In truth, it is nearly 11 years over due in many…
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A Life Lived in Flowers
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him, the stars.” –Victor Hugo, Les Misérables “Mommy, why do flowers have to die?” I was a bit taken aback by such a big question coming from such a little person. But then…
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Bonaventure Dreaming
Bonaventure is called a graveyard, a town of the dead, but the few graves are powerless in such a depth of life. The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, the joyous confidence of flowers, the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, mark this place of graves as one of the Lord’s most favored…
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The Glass Chapel
For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel. –Martin Luther I must confess that as of late, I have been more the meditative soul than the dreamer. This has been due in part to a two week long battle with the flu, the resulting medications of which continually knocked…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 3/3)
I cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the handHe has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fairIt needs must be, since he lingers there. –James Whitcomb Riley, Away In late June of 2008, a mere…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 2/3)
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandchild. –Victor Hugo After grieving for Sammy throughout most of my childhood, death, at some point, became merely a distant threat again. I thought of him most days, admittedly do even now, but tears had subsided into…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 1/3)
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. CrownedWith lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. –Edna St. Vincent…
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The PICC Line
Cancer’s life is a recapitulation of the body’s life, its existence a pathological mirror of our own. –Dr. Siddhartha Mukherjee, The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer When it comes to cancer, I am no stranger. Diagnosed with neuroendocrine carcinoid cancer at age 21, I know the terror and disbelief that comes with hearing the words “you have cancer”. I was fortunate…
Just a Poor Ghost 