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
Is he of this place? No — his wide-born natureSprings from both realms, not just one shore.He’d bend the willow’s branch with greater stature,Who knew
Let’s be honest. We know we’re supposed to drink around 2 litres of water a day. We’ve seen the wellness blogs, downloaded hydration apps, and
Ah, strawberry season—that glorious, slightly chaotic time when farmer’s markets turn into fruit-themed catwalks, and everyone you know suddenly becomes a pastry influencer. But beyond
*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