Sand-Filled Sea Turtle

Sand-Filled Sea Turtle

(acquired ≈ between 2004 and 2006) Reflecting on an object from my treasure box. The memory of the exact occasion for which this object was given is completely lost to me, but I treasure it not so much because of when I received, but because of who gave it to me. The toy sea turtle is small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, as baby sea turtles tend to be. It is soft and filled with, I…

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The Liturgists Bracelet

The Liturgists Bracelet

September, 2017 Reflecting on an object from my treasure box. Disclaimer: Before I begin, I must inform you that this is not a story about The Liturgists. Yes, it took place at a Liturgist Gathering. Yes, it was, in part, influenced by The Liturgists. But mostly this is a story about a memory and an inner-battle that began long before The Liturgists came into being. And even though I didn’t return home from this particular “gathering” with glowing reviews, I…

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TaM Card 2002-’03

TaM Card 2002-’03

Reflecting on an object from my treasure box Carte “TaM” (Transports de l’agglomération de Montpellier) 2002 Most of my picture IDs from my time in France (including my passport) were either stolen or tossed in the river. But this one remains. I don’t know exactly why. Maybe because it was the only one that bore my image but not my name. Maybe I just didn’t bother to carry it with me the day I left Montpellier because all the places…

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God in My Psychosis

God in My Psychosis

In recent years, the church has actually begun to talk about mental health (finally). But even now the focus remains on the safe and familiar. Anxiety and depression are commonplace, after all. But psychosis? Hyper-religiosity? I guess they’re just not ready for it. Maybe they never will be.

The Gift of Time

The Gift of Time

I loved my cat, Othello. I’d been his human for many years and I think it’s safe to say he trained me. Towards the end of his life I would understand the meaning every meow, chirp, and purr he uttered. If I sat down to read or watch TV, he’d jump up on my lap and rub his head against me before curling up in a ball by my side. He was my baby and I needed him as much…

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