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Mechthild & Me

Earlier this semester, one of my profs gave me a book called Enduring Grace: Living Portraits of Seven Women Mystics by Carol Flinders. It was a perfect gift out of the leftovers of her overflowing bookshelves... Although I'm only two portraits in, I am floored and amazed and encouraged. (I know, I am a weird, weird woman.) It's likely that I'll have many excerpts to share over the summer...here is the first round! My favourite 13th century German mystic, Mechthild of Magdeburg wrote this: "If I am truly to show forth the goodness of God, then I am obliged to speak of myself." A woman who loved God and knew her own self/voice. Boom. --- This poem excerpt runs along the same lines: Fish cannot drown in water, Birds cannot sink in air, Gold cannot perish In the refiner's fire. This has God given to all creatures, To foster and seek their own nature, How then can I withstand mine? --- And here's a statement from the author about g

Halfway Through May!?

I don't really know where the time goes these days - oh, wait. Yes, I do. Work and school and relationships and family and reading and sleeping and playing ultimate frisbee. I'm sorry-not-sorry that blogging has been at the bottom of that list. This week is the busiest of the year, work-wise. With a small dose of school thrown in. I'm about 5/8 of the way through it, and am relieved that it's actually here and actually happening, because the inevitable increase in stress is weighing on me. And once it is all done, I'm getting out of Dodge (Ford - ha!) City for a few days. Nothing like a springtime roadtrip to clear the head! Also? Playing in a friendly euchre tournament on Saturday night. That will be a thing. That I will hopefully win (alongside an equally awesome partner, I'm sure).

Bep

At 14 months, my genius-baby-nephew has named me Bep . I'm in love with this name. Because it comes in a growly little voice full of spunk and love. Toddler-love is one of the best therapies out there. Nothing sets my heart at rest like attention and affection from a small child. Even from afar, it makes me so. very. happy. (Thanks, Sarah, for sharing a whole series of these videos with me. They're all on repeat.)