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February 11 - February 17, 2025
Although I was raised a Catholic, I never fully acquired the assurance of belief and therefore never really believed. Though I don’t miss going to church every Sunday, I do miss the certainty of ceremony and the security of reverence. But now, in the early winter of my years, it’s through nature, art, and my children that I experience reverence, and in moments around the table that I experience ceremony. All guilt-free.
I am a soup lover. To me soup may be the greatest culinary invention. It can be made with two ingredients or two hundred twenty-two ingredients. It can be served hot or cold. It can be cooked fast or slow. It can be eaten for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It can be vegetarian, vegan, paleo, pescatarian, or carnivorian. It can be simple or complex. It comforts, it soothes, it refreshes, and it restores. Soup is life in a pot.
Quite simply, I am drawn to the past more than I am the future. I don’t want to rocket (the engine-propelled kind) into space or live on another planet. I don’t want my phone to be able to do more than it already does or for my watch to tell me my heart rate or other people’s thoughts. I am analog. Not only do I want to be in touch with the moment as it unfolds without being made hyperaware of every aspect of it by some device but I also want to actually touch. I am physical, kinesthetic, tactile. Through touch, I take in information. Today what we predominately touch are the screens on our
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My fears should not be hers.
“Well, I don’t know if Santa exists or not, but I will always believe in him.”
It’s like heading to a place you’ve never been to before. Because you don’t know where you’re going, the trip seems so long. But when you return to that place again, the same trip will seem so much shorter because now you know where you’re going. Or at least you think you do.