While hearing mass the other day the priest said something in his sermon that really struck a deep chord within me and I’ve been ruminating
While hearing mass the other day the priest said something in his sermon that really struck a deep chord within me and I’ve been ruminating
Grief doesn’t end when the world expects it to. It lingers — heavy, quiet, sometimes loud, sometimes numbing. And somehow, in the midst of that
*The title is from Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1899 poem included in The Book of Hours. It is still the Easter season, so I chose something
The beginning of healing is the hardest. Taking that first step — whether it’s telling your story, asking for help, or just admitting to yourself
Ah, the wonders of artificial intelligence. First, it beat us at chess. Then it started writing poems and generating essays that made high school students
“When the soul is ready for renewal, it will come to fetch us.”— John O’Donohue There comes a moment where you realise you’re carrying too