“Does anybody ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?”
“The saints and the poets. They do some.”
Thornton Wilder, Our Town

a welcoming-home like never before | 9 January
an excerpt from life together at osprey point, in more ways than one | 19 April
white dust and a pipe organ that reminded me what beauty is | 22 May
a divinely-appointed flight from Houston | 28 May
coming back home | 28 July
lost luggage and the beauty of simplicity | 29 July
an emerald green sari, breaking heart, and dancing feet | 7 August
a new season, a new space | 14 August
pomegranate frozen yogurt, and other sweet things | 16 September

for the wonders of the world, from one baby’s eyelashes to the Taj Mahal
for things of beauty; the veins in his forearms and midnight peals of reckless laughter
for the joy and grief and work and love and traces of eternity in each fine day,
I am grateful.


2 thoughts on “Eucharisteo.

  1. I work with your aunt and have learned about your trips to India and this beautiful blog from her. You are a talented, thoughtful, inspired writer. Your heart and your skills will take you far and the world will be a better place for it.

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