The Stones I Carry and a Band of Saintly Women

“With or without our permission, with or without our understanding, eventually suffering comes. Then the only question is how to endure it, how to accept it, how to cope with it, how to turn it from dross to gleam.”   Joan Chittister, The Liturgical Year A saint (noun) is a virtuous person, particularly good or holy, […]

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I’m Not Gonna Lie, I’m Depressed

I’m not gonna lie, I’m depressed.  Not that I was lying before when I pretended that I wasn’t.  Life is a silly game, and a beautiful dance,  It takes skill – to weather life’s storms. (And we’ve been in a blow-your-mind-knock-you-down kind of hurricane!) It’s a special skill to endure, to survive, to not get […]

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I Am Destruction

I wake with the familiar headache. Deeply tired.  My bones in protest. Emotions already chafing; dazzling, fluorescent, raw. Ablaze. Coffee the first panacea of the day. Sip by sip, its power over me if not to heal, then to awaken. Slowly flooded by familiar disappointment. Weary, I begin to See myself. I am Destruction. I […]

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