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Sweet Unrest: April 2015

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Thursday, April 30, 2015. Moon over pancake trees. I stick my head under the stream of shower water. And I am surrounded by the hushed roar of. Nothing but the sound of infinite silence. Contained in waterfalls,. And, for a quiet minute,. I am no longer in the shower,. Or the city, or anywhere. Cooking and baking are two separate arts. Cooking is something learned,. And it is full of accidents. That sabotage each of my careful,. My algebraic recipes fall flat and stale. But baking is something innate,.

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Sweet Unrest: why I am still Catholic

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Sunday, June 14, 2015. Why I am still Catholic. We can’t cheat death but we can make it. That when it does. It will have known. Just as perfect as ours. Charles Bukowski, a song with no end. Denise and I sat on the phone:. She, in the pleasant hum of Southern summer,. Surrounded by brunch with friends. And books in cool, quiet mansions;. I, in a buzzing Yorkville Starbucks,. Surrounded by bustling families in yarmulkes,. Lining up for the free bathroom. We were silent: awed and scared. Common to you both-.

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Sweet Unrest: July 2015

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Sunday, July 19, 2015. The caress of God. The history of our friendship with God is always linked to particular places which take on an intensely personal meaning; we all remember places, and revisiting those memories does us much good. Anyone who has grown up in the hills or used to sit by the spring to drink, or played outdoors in the neighborhood square; going back to these places is a chance to recover something of their true selves. (84). Pope Francis, Laudato Si. The overwhelming warmth of painted ...

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Sweet Unrest: December 2014

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Tuesday, December 30, 2014. Do you love me more than these? Your promise is not an easy one:. For your promise is simply this:. I am with you. In sickness and in health,. In riches and poverty. I am with you. Your promise is not an easy one:. That if I would descend to the depths of the netherworld,. That if I would end up alone and lonely in the cold,. That if I would end up deserted, beached on the lonely. Shores of failure,. Your promise would be unbroken. These bridal vows, lifted. Is all the promise.

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Sweet Unrest: January 2015

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Saturday, January 31, 2015. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense. Lizzie Bennet, Pride and Prejudice. So, of course, I grow more depressed about humanity. Goodness sakes, is there nothing comforting about the human race? A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Poor Francie, I thought. I walked up the street, eating a sandwich ...

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Sweet Unrest: September 2014

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Tuesday, September 30, 2014. An open letter to mi hermana. Forgetting how softly Eros walked. In the nineteenth century,. How a hand held overlong or a gaze anchored in someone's eyes. Could unseat a heart,. And nuances of address,. Not known in our egalitarian language. Could make the redolent air tremble. And shimmer with the heat of possibility. Here's something you don't hear every day but perhaps you ought:. You are filled with gift. And an infinitely precious one, at that. When a gift is precious, ...

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Sweet Unrest: March 2015

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Tuesday, March 31, 2015. For the weight of humble glory. Bravest of all humans,. The room filled with its light,. The lily glowed in it,. And the iridescent wings. Annunciation", by Denise Levertovs. I watched a woman walk through the train station the other day, and I was surprised to see how light she looked. She walked with such quaintness, such softness, I expected the harsh wind of the bustling people around her would blow her away. I think people often forget this part of them. Because I think ...

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Sweet Unrest: February 2015

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Tearing down our golden calves. Masons, when they start upon a building,. Are careful to test out the scaffolding;. Make sure that planks won't slip at busy points,. Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints. And yet all this comes down when the job's done. Showing off walls of sure and solid stone. So if, my dear, there sometimes seems to be. Old bridges breaking between you and me. We may let the scaffolds fall. Confident that we have built our wall. The scene was so diffe...

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Sweet Unrest: where did all the good stones go?

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015. Where did all the good stones go? Before the inland sea the valley must have been a forest. And it seemed to me sometimes at night that I could feel both the sea and the redwood forest before it. East of Eden,. When I was asked to take over the high school's community garden, the kind woman stood in front of my desk, with an eager and pleading smile on her face, and I sat in my chair, processing. And then out of my mouth came:. Why, yes, I'd love that! Then it was April, and the...