Isaiah 58 changed my life and understanding of what God wants from His people. It begins with God telling Isaiah to tell His people to “Cry our full-throated and unsparingly...tell them their wickedness and the House of Jacob their sins.” He is not mincing words here. They listen, they cry out and ask Him, “Why... Continue Reading →
Before I begin, I ask that you please be careful not to pray the prayer I am going to quote. It is cruel and devoid of the love we should have for other humans whether living or dead. There are asterisks where St. Joseph’s name was in an effort to provide some distance from prayer... Continue Reading →
There was this article I saw for about two seconds at one point a couple of weeks ago. It was on my newsfeed for a moment before it disappeared, but it has sat with me so intensely that I just want to respond to anyone who read that article and felt something. Dear ‘White Girl... Continue Reading →
While I was practicing yoga regularly, I redecorated my home. My tastes were bohemian, but I was concerned about surrounding myself with tapestries made in India about gods I do not understand. I searched for Catholic art, but I could not find anything that even remotely hit the style I was seeking. What’s more is... Continue Reading →
As Quarantine began, the community led by Catholic Creatives exploded with innovators inspired to help others through their struggles. We faced our own giants of fear and trepidation, but something in us drove us to community and fellowship. My desire was to fill social media with art to help with the constant deluge of news... Continue Reading →
What if God is the man in the moon? What if He loved us so much that His Son’s Presence was not enough of a present. What if He wanted to send His own face, To watch over us, mourning our grief from above.
Quarantine. For some of you it’s a dirty word. For some it’s despair. For some it’s loss and grief incomparable. For me? It’s life. For me, it was hope. For me, it was a home With incandescent joy and bliss.
This lent, I had another identity crisis. I know, I know, every lent this happens right? Well, I ended up signing my life away that I would no longer do yoga and instead teach an alternative. Ironically, everytime I tried to send the papers, something went wrong. Every. Single. Time. Finally I sent them. You... Continue Reading →
When I gave birth the third time, Everyone told me what a perfect birth it was. They marveled at how calm and "unafraid" I was, How I "roared" my baby earthside. I've ached in that lie for a while now, Lost in their awe and my own despair. What they didn't know is that While... Continue Reading →
In my advent journal this week there was a meditation about how Mary "longed for what God was asking of her." The meditation referred to how Mary asked "be it done unto me according to Thy Word," when the Angel Gabriel told her she would be the Mother of God. It continued to talk about... Continue Reading →