death is before us

About a month ago, Sr. Theresa Aletheia, FSP put a skull on her desk as a way to keep #mementomori at the forefront of her daily life. On day 22, she wrote: “By keeping my death always before me I’m not looking at death, I’m looking *through* my death to God.” Death has been beforeContinue reading “death is before us”

If You Have to be a Floor (The Met Residency Episode 6)

Nate DiMeo’s musings on the Gadsby’s Tavern ballroom now housed in the American wing at the Met are a fairly exact approximation of my own experience of being in that room. This is beautiful. If You Have to be a Floor (The Met Residency Episode 6)

the underling hour

catherineaddington: It’s Algeria outside today, and I mean that in the existential sense, though the weather is cooperating – blissfully or blisteringly, depending on your point of view. As for me, I love the heat. I like walking down blindingly white pavement, the sun reflecting back in your face in case you tried to escapeContinue reading “the underling hour”

Cementerio Británico, Buenos Aires

 Cementerio Británico, Buenos Aires 9 de mayo del 2015 That’s the first Orthodox cross I ever saw on a grave. On either side of an austere Anglican chapel holding court in Chacarita are rows and rows of these three-bar crosses, poking out into the leaves in memory eternal. They stud the British cemetery in BuenosContinue reading “Cementerio Británico, Buenos Aires”

magnolias can bloom

This is a picture of what I thought, until today, all magnolias looked like. It’s a magnolia grandiflora, or the Southern magnolia as it’s mostly called, native to the southeastern United States. The one that was in my backyard in Alexandria, Virginia, until I was eleven or so, was probably among the northernmost. And IContinue reading “magnolias can bloom”

potomac before it was potomac

photo of the Potomac by amomentmore I love this section of the rail between Virginia and the District, this rupture in the underground above the slate river. I love the frosted shards that floated beneath us this morning, the jade color that fades into cobalt by the time your eyes reach the horizon – something thatContinue reading “potomac before it was potomac”

Best of 2014

Once again, I’m jumping on Eve Tushnet’s “best-of” train. Here’s the best of the books, movies, etc. I enjoyed this year! I already made a post about the best books I read this year, but I’ll be brief here: the best non-fiction I read this year was David Goldblatt’s The Ball Is Round and theContinue reading “Best of 2014”

not in temples made with hands

I don’t remember how old I was or the context or who was with me or why we drove two hours west into the inverted sky, but the first time I saw Luray Caverns I knew there were things I’d never understand. There’s a psalm for how I felt and a diagnosis too. It wasn’tContinue reading “not in temples made with hands”