Moi: (sleepily rubbing my eyes while trying to get my knees to bend and feet to flatten as I walk over to the bathroom. aaaawkward) Jay, I dreamt about the Eucharist last night.
Jay: Huh.
Moi: Yeah, I couldn’t get it anywhere and I was desperately looking for the wine and bread. No one offered it to [...]
Entries from August 2009
August 31, 2009
Dreams of Sugar Plums and Eucharist
August 26, 2009
(Untitled)
The wide open spaces
of my femininity are
impinging upon my
Emptiness
There, deep beyond sight and language
they will mingle,
Leaving me with only
salt on my lips
I lay wandering
as the expression of love
drains from my hips
This is it, in part,
The dreadfully explosive sunset,
is it, in part,
The wrenching birth of a future child,
is it, in part
The eventual aged cup of wine [...]
August 20, 2009
Hackneyed Ticker
a quick sketch on a journal. I dislike exclamation points and hearts, yet I cannot seem to keep myself from the heart….oh my, I must be a student of the heart, a heart hearer, a ticker seer, a potential cooooounselor?–if you may.
“How’s your heart today?”
That would be my dad’s hackneyed question throughout my life.
My reply, [...]
August 17, 2009
Returning, As Misses Stringer
One of the core texts for our first year at Mars Hill Grad School is Soulmaking: The Desert Way of Spirituality by Alan Jones. Sadly, I only read a few chapters in it, which I drank as though in the proverbial desert. ERGO, I picked it up while on my Luna de Miel in Costa [...]
