The Spirit in Which We Engage the World
The emotive illustrations are still clear in my memory.
The emotive illustrations are still clear in my memory.
Much of the world subscribes to this idea that what we see is not all that there is.
These small gray kittens sleeping on my porch were a comfort, but also a pang.
But like the holy grail, these birds might not exist.
Like water, humanity is very good at leaking out and forcing its way through to some unknown in pursuit of something greater.
For my own sake, I have to close the door to those spirit worlds.
Without hesitation she said, “Oh my gosh, that is sooo Goggy.”
Whether I was in Georgia or Michigan, I could recite the Nicene Creed like I was back at home, sitting with my family in the third pew.
I scan the menu for a Moscow Mule—a good sign that I can order my beloved ginger beer.
I saw an interview with Billie Eilish where she reported pulling up the movie to cry on command, which is as good of an endorsement as you could ask for