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I’ve been reading The Confessions by St. Augustine for class. I first read his work when I was putting together The Renaissance Service, the arts-based vespers that looked to the arts as a window to the divine. I remember learning about his mother, Monica, who wept as she prayed for her “prodigal” son; she wasContinue reading “Home”

For over a decade I’ve been signing a good deal of my personal correspondence with the word Pax, which is Latin for peace. I had seen it embossed in gold on thick, creme note cards when I was in Florence and it took hold of me somehow. I never made the connection until just thisContinue reading “Pax”

Au Revoir, Taize

We packed quickly as the crowds pressed in. Hauling the bags back to the Welcome Center, up the dusty paths, through the masses, was even harder than when we arrived. My aunt— who had not only kept pace with me throughout the week but often outshone me in resilience and stamina— finally broke down, disappointedContinue reading “Au Revoir, Taize”