i have a friend here who paints beautifully. he is especially drawn to painting figures, so asked if he could paint me while pregnant.
i have felt a sense of beloved grief during this pregnancy. as my last pregnancy, i've been mourning the end of this special season. at no time in my life will my children be as close to me - as intimate - as during pregnancy. at the moment of their births, they begin their journey away from me and into their ownness - a breathtaking journey. but for these nine months, i've reflected on and treasured this rich bond. because of this, i clung to the idea of his painting somehow capturing this wonderful season and artistically immortalizing it.
during our first sitting, he drew the rough sketches of the painting - void of color and streaked by the framework lines. he invited me over to look, asking "is this you?" i said, "yes, it is me. but it's not me the way i wish i looked. i wish my shoulders didn't slump like that. i wish i had straighter posture. i wish my hair weren't as stringy." he said, "don't. don't wish those things. learn to love yourself, to forgive yourself deeply."
when someone looks at you intently, it forces you to look inward at yourself. what does it look like to love yourself, while warmly embracing the things you wish you could change?
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
sacred journey: checkered past part 2
saturday i gathered with others at the quaker church we've been attending to brainstorm its future direction. we participated in an exercise in which we "interviewed" another person in the group we didn't know well. one of the questions we asked each other was, "what brought you to this church and what kept you?" as my partner asked me that question, i quickly thought of one or two things and wasn't sure how i would fill the 15 minutes alotted to me before we switched. but as i started to relay those things, i realized that what brought me there was actually linked to a much longer story - that of my own spiritual journey.
it all began in the disciples of Christ church where i was raised. these formative years developed a foundational belief in a trustworthy God full of love and worth following. i made important multigenerational connections with people i knew loved me and were faithful in my life. through sunday school, worship, camps, retreats, and fellowship, a solid establishment of spirituality developed in my core.
the summer before i went to college i sensed a powerful desire for my own individual understanding of God. i guess most collegiate freshmen step onto campus in search of their individuality, with many twists and turns along the way; i was no different. but the spiritual element was especially poignant to me. i felt an unignorable pull toward the Divine, but wondered how best to follow and express that. i was drawn to our campus fellowships, and through these i met other students whose personal faith took priority and shaped the rest of their lives. in these four years, i grew in excitement for my faith and - through my religious academic studies - expanded my knowledge.
so important to me was this knowledge, i continued after graduation to work for intervarsity. my experience of the Divine compelled me, and i looked forward to walking alongside others as they also made this journey. through intervarsity, my eyes were opened to the realities of social injustices in the world. more than cause for a weekend service project, i realized that deep-rooted inequities in our society are precisely what centuries of scripture and daily revelations of God address. my faith became simultaneously intimate and personal, but also powerful and gripping for addressing these macro problems. they were unignorable.
when our family moved to huntington, wv, this desire for intimacy and connectedness to God, as well as a passionate commitment to social injustices fueled our quest for a worship community. as we visited churches, we tended to find one or the other but often not both. our journey eventually landed us in a presbyterian church (usa). we appreciated learning the history and organized theology of the presbyterian church. we loved their commitment to the huntington community, and saw in our friends there a thirst for following God in their daily lives. during our time there, we enjoyed a rich small group, helping start a college sunday school class, creating a csa with a local farmer and recipients in our church, and lasting friendships to which we're still connected.
this summer we excitedly embarked on our newest chapter in richmond, in. though we eagerly anticipated the advantages of this move, we grieved the loss of this well-fitted spiritual community that seemed so difficult to find! our hunt led us to the quaker meeting which began this post. i visited a quaker meeting in college as a part of a class project. we sat in silence amongst 40-50 geriatric attendees. as a sleep-deprived undergraduate, this was an underwhelming experience that framed my view of quakerism. but willing to expand my quaker-oatmeal-man-with-the-black-cornered-hat stereotype, i gave it a try here in richmond. i was simultaneously reading a book given to me by a friend here at earlham, entitled silence and witness. i began to appreciate the richness of the quaker tradition, with its fervent pursuit of God through silence, openness to outsiders, and long-standing commitment to active involvement with social issues. i found these characteristics salient and prominent at first friends (which by the way is a "semi-programmed" meeting, only 10-15 minutes of silence). additionally, i had never visited a church where strangers expressed such deep care for my kids. members encourage us time-after-time to keep our kids with us and incorporate their unavoidable kid-noise into the tapestry of worship. they even eagerly open their arms and laps to them when they wander, (though the kids usually prefer to go downstairs to "play with the toys" - tough sell!).
from disciples of Christ to evangelical to presbyterian to quaker, i realized as i told my story on saturday that my spiritual journey has also been a bit "checkered." at first i felt a little ashamed about what seemed to be "spiritual hopping" around the christian map. many years ago i started a book whose title i can't even remember now. but the first chapter described God as an enormous, multi-faceted, precious gem. no human eye can take in the full beauty of the gem from any one vantage point. the gem must be circumambulated to appreciate its bigness, diversity, complexity, and rich beauty. (i wonder if many of our society's religious differences are rooted in a narrow view of only one face of the gem?) circumambulating this gem is the spiritual journey, a pilgrimage through life in pursuit of the Divine. though i greatly admire those committed to one particular spiritual tradition and also believe this brings rich revelation of God's complexity, my path has led me to see God through the vehicles of a variety of traditions. maybe most importantly, it's led me to understand that the gem's many faces all comprise the magnificent God that i have yet to fully comprehend. until then, i guess i'll keep walking....
it all began in the disciples of Christ church where i was raised. these formative years developed a foundational belief in a trustworthy God full of love and worth following. i made important multigenerational connections with people i knew loved me and were faithful in my life. through sunday school, worship, camps, retreats, and fellowship, a solid establishment of spirituality developed in my core.
the summer before i went to college i sensed a powerful desire for my own individual understanding of God. i guess most collegiate freshmen step onto campus in search of their individuality, with many twists and turns along the way; i was no different. but the spiritual element was especially poignant to me. i felt an unignorable pull toward the Divine, but wondered how best to follow and express that. i was drawn to our campus fellowships, and through these i met other students whose personal faith took priority and shaped the rest of their lives. in these four years, i grew in excitement for my faith and - through my religious academic studies - expanded my knowledge.
so important to me was this knowledge, i continued after graduation to work for intervarsity. my experience of the Divine compelled me, and i looked forward to walking alongside others as they also made this journey. through intervarsity, my eyes were opened to the realities of social injustices in the world. more than cause for a weekend service project, i realized that deep-rooted inequities in our society are precisely what centuries of scripture and daily revelations of God address. my faith became simultaneously intimate and personal, but also powerful and gripping for addressing these macro problems. they were unignorable.
when our family moved to huntington, wv, this desire for intimacy and connectedness to God, as well as a passionate commitment to social injustices fueled our quest for a worship community. as we visited churches, we tended to find one or the other but often not both. our journey eventually landed us in a presbyterian church (usa). we appreciated learning the history and organized theology of the presbyterian church. we loved their commitment to the huntington community, and saw in our friends there a thirst for following God in their daily lives. during our time there, we enjoyed a rich small group, helping start a college sunday school class, creating a csa with a local farmer and recipients in our church, and lasting friendships to which we're still connected.
this summer we excitedly embarked on our newest chapter in richmond, in. though we eagerly anticipated the advantages of this move, we grieved the loss of this well-fitted spiritual community that seemed so difficult to find! our hunt led us to the quaker meeting which began this post. i visited a quaker meeting in college as a part of a class project. we sat in silence amongst 40-50 geriatric attendees. as a sleep-deprived undergraduate, this was an underwhelming experience that framed my view of quakerism. but willing to expand my quaker-oatmeal-man-with-the-black-cornered-hat stereotype, i gave it a try here in richmond. i was simultaneously reading a book given to me by a friend here at earlham, entitled silence and witness. i began to appreciate the richness of the quaker tradition, with its fervent pursuit of God through silence, openness to outsiders, and long-standing commitment to active involvement with social issues. i found these characteristics salient and prominent at first friends (which by the way is a "semi-programmed" meeting, only 10-15 minutes of silence). additionally, i had never visited a church where strangers expressed such deep care for my kids. members encourage us time-after-time to keep our kids with us and incorporate their unavoidable kid-noise into the tapestry of worship. they even eagerly open their arms and laps to them when they wander, (though the kids usually prefer to go downstairs to "play with the toys" - tough sell!).
from disciples of Christ to evangelical to presbyterian to quaker, i realized as i told my story on saturday that my spiritual journey has also been a bit "checkered." at first i felt a little ashamed about what seemed to be "spiritual hopping" around the christian map. many years ago i started a book whose title i can't even remember now. but the first chapter described God as an enormous, multi-faceted, precious gem. no human eye can take in the full beauty of the gem from any one vantage point. the gem must be circumambulated to appreciate its bigness, diversity, complexity, and rich beauty. (i wonder if many of our society's religious differences are rooted in a narrow view of only one face of the gem?) circumambulating this gem is the spiritual journey, a pilgrimage through life in pursuit of the Divine. though i greatly admire those committed to one particular spiritual tradition and also believe this brings rich revelation of God's complexity, my path has led me to see God through the vehicles of a variety of traditions. maybe most importantly, it's led me to understand that the gem's many faces all comprise the magnificent God that i have yet to fully comprehend. until then, i guess i'll keep walking....
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
simple living: sara lewis shelton bagby
my grandmother was a remarkable woman. she lived vigorously through the great depression, the loss of her beloved husband at a tragically young age, raising a child as a single mother in times not built for supporting such a plight, and charging through her 90-plus years full of spunk and veracity. named after her, i enjoyed spending many nights with her and following her around. we baked, sewed, traveled to see her friends in the "country," attended CWF meetings and picnics, 55-Alive AAA driving courses, travelogue meetings on Scotland, and various other things she loved and i too learned to enjoy.
most striking to me now was her wholistic embrace of simple living. these traits were born from hard times, but pervaded her life until the very end. she scraped butter from the wrapper to use every last morsel and reused her disposable paper napkin for a week. nothing was wasted. she made her own clothes and invested in quality when she did make a purchase. she canned fresh vegetables in the summer and prized smoked meats from her relatives in the "country."
proud to be her namesake, i reflect almost daily on the skills i saw her use while i was a child. i think of her when i can vegetables in the summer, and when i knit hats for my kids because they need them for the winter. rather than buying expensive and toxic cleaning supplies, i use simple vinegar and water to freshen our surfaces. isn't that what she would have done? when gathering eggs, i think about the stories she and my dad told about not being able to reach into the nest some days because it was occupied by a snake - and i hope not to meet the same sight!
in everything she did, my grandmother strove to be self-sufficient, frugal, thorough, and a good steward of all she had. i'm writing this as i reach the one-third point of her lifetime, and realizing how far i have to grow! i pursue simple living as a lifestyle, a hobby, and a value. it is with joy that i recognize the blessings i have had in my life that give me the choice to live simply, not the dire straits obligation. i am blessed to have had her as a model for this, and pray that i may continue to follow a simple path toward whole living. in this i believe....
most striking to me now was her wholistic embrace of simple living. these traits were born from hard times, but pervaded her life until the very end. she scraped butter from the wrapper to use every last morsel and reused her disposable paper napkin for a week. nothing was wasted. she made her own clothes and invested in quality when she did make a purchase. she canned fresh vegetables in the summer and prized smoked meats from her relatives in the "country."
proud to be her namesake, i reflect almost daily on the skills i saw her use while i was a child. i think of her when i can vegetables in the summer, and when i knit hats for my kids because they need them for the winter. rather than buying expensive and toxic cleaning supplies, i use simple vinegar and water to freshen our surfaces. isn't that what she would have done? when gathering eggs, i think about the stories she and my dad told about not being able to reach into the nest some days because it was occupied by a snake - and i hope not to meet the same sight!
in everything she did, my grandmother strove to be self-sufficient, frugal, thorough, and a good steward of all she had. i'm writing this as i reach the one-third point of her lifetime, and realizing how far i have to grow! i pursue simple living as a lifestyle, a hobby, and a value. it is with joy that i recognize the blessings i have had in my life that give me the choice to live simply, not the dire straits obligation. i am blessed to have had her as a model for this, and pray that i may continue to follow a simple path toward whole living. in this i believe....
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
a checkered past
recently we joined a dinner group at our church. our group of eight meets monthly and our first get-together was friday. we each spent a few moments introducing ourselves and sharing a bit about our backgrounds. one woman's story struck me as especially interesting. she taught fiber arts at the alternative high school in bloomington, had been a volunteer chaplain at the local hospital, and taught college skills classes at the community college in town. as i raised my eyebrows at this diverse resume, she grinned at me and said, "i know. i have a checkered past."
when my turn came around, i realized my story is a bit "checkered" as well. i went to school in virginia, did full-time ministry with greek students in indiana, got a master's degree in african american studies, started the course toward a phd, and currently serve as manager at casa de farmer. the steps to each season have always seemed crystal clear in my head. but as i listened to them strung together in an introduction to people i'd never met, i saw that the course of events does seem a little disjunct.
so it made me reflect a bit on this strange journey. what motivated me at each of the crossroads that led me down these paths? in college, i loved spending time investing in the lives of the people around me. these people were generally the women in my sorority with whom i lived. they inspired and motivated me, and i loved listening to them talk about their lives. i learned that very few people really took the time to listen to them and care about what they were saying. as i approached graduation, i just wanted to do more of this. this was ministry to me - loving the people around me. as i worked for intervarsity, my perspective on the "people around me" magnified to encompass people of every tribe, tongue, and nation, the poor, the oppressed, the silent, the rich, the powerful. rather than seeing only myself, i began to see how diverse and awe-inspiring is the vast array of people that comprise our world. i traveled to mexico city, new orleans, and back corners of bloomington to learn more and serve as best i could. and i just wanted to love people - actively and intentionally. i examined my gifts and talents - studying, thinking, writing, speaking/teaching - and moving into graduate school to study these topics was a good fit. approaching the end of my master's, i felt good about continuing on that road.
the people of the world at that point were far-flung into a large picture spanning continents of intimate anonymity. but at that point, a person came into my world that suddenly made it much smaller. samuel was born, with timing i couldn't have planned better if i had tried. with a complete master's degree, i took the year to be home with him. all academic goals of grants, papers, fellowship dimmed in comparison to actively and intentionally loving this little person in my life. and now that little person has expanded to two-and-a-half little ones, and my joy has only multiplied. "stay-at-home mom" is still a term that makes me wince a bit. it seems so archaic, so june cleaver. i guess pre-kids i made judgements that it was just for weak women who didn't have anything else to do. i eat humble pie as i now fill those shoes. but to me, it's so important. i want to love my precious kids actively and intentionally, and especially as i'm acutely aware of how short this period is; they'll be in kindergarten before i can blink. in this time, there's nothing i'd rather do, though there are many days - actually many moments in a single day - that i question this! it's not glamorous. i miss the affirmation of a good grade on a paper, an acceptance to present at a conference, someone thanking me for making a difference in their life. but i've found something that far surpasses that. my fantastic and highly-successful friend becky and i have often talked about the challenges of transitioning into the world of diapers, poop, clean-up, and non-stop toddlers. she put it so sweetly: “...my life looks so different than what I long for sometimes, but is perfect too.”
from a distance, i guess my past does look a bit patchwork. but for me, the common denominator is wanting to be intimately involved in the lives of the people around me. at different points, the people around me have been kappas, mexican children, homeless hurricane victims, those affected by racial injustices, and now they are 36 inches tall (or smaller). as those people change throughout the seasons of my life, i know i'll always have an adventure ahead of me - checkered though it may be.
when my turn came around, i realized my story is a bit "checkered" as well. i went to school in virginia, did full-time ministry with greek students in indiana, got a master's degree in african american studies, started the course toward a phd, and currently serve as manager at casa de farmer. the steps to each season have always seemed crystal clear in my head. but as i listened to them strung together in an introduction to people i'd never met, i saw that the course of events does seem a little disjunct.
so it made me reflect a bit on this strange journey. what motivated me at each of the crossroads that led me down these paths? in college, i loved spending time investing in the lives of the people around me. these people were generally the women in my sorority with whom i lived. they inspired and motivated me, and i loved listening to them talk about their lives. i learned that very few people really took the time to listen to them and care about what they were saying. as i approached graduation, i just wanted to do more of this. this was ministry to me - loving the people around me. as i worked for intervarsity, my perspective on the "people around me" magnified to encompass people of every tribe, tongue, and nation, the poor, the oppressed, the silent, the rich, the powerful. rather than seeing only myself, i began to see how diverse and awe-inspiring is the vast array of people that comprise our world. i traveled to mexico city, new orleans, and back corners of bloomington to learn more and serve as best i could. and i just wanted to love people - actively and intentionally. i examined my gifts and talents - studying, thinking, writing, speaking/teaching - and moving into graduate school to study these topics was a good fit. approaching the end of my master's, i felt good about continuing on that road.
the people of the world at that point were far-flung into a large picture spanning continents of intimate anonymity. but at that point, a person came into my world that suddenly made it much smaller. samuel was born, with timing i couldn't have planned better if i had tried. with a complete master's degree, i took the year to be home with him. all academic goals of grants, papers, fellowship dimmed in comparison to actively and intentionally loving this little person in my life. and now that little person has expanded to two-and-a-half little ones, and my joy has only multiplied. "stay-at-home mom" is still a term that makes me wince a bit. it seems so archaic, so june cleaver. i guess pre-kids i made judgements that it was just for weak women who didn't have anything else to do. i eat humble pie as i now fill those shoes. but to me, it's so important. i want to love my precious kids actively and intentionally, and especially as i'm acutely aware of how short this period is; they'll be in kindergarten before i can blink. in this time, there's nothing i'd rather do, though there are many days - actually many moments in a single day - that i question this! it's not glamorous. i miss the affirmation of a good grade on a paper, an acceptance to present at a conference, someone thanking me for making a difference in their life. but i've found something that far surpasses that. my fantastic and highly-successful friend becky and i have often talked about the challenges of transitioning into the world of diapers, poop, clean-up, and non-stop toddlers. she put it so sweetly: “...my life looks so different than what I long for sometimes, but is perfect too.”
from a distance, i guess my past does look a bit patchwork. but for me, the common denominator is wanting to be intimately involved in the lives of the people around me. at different points, the people around me have been kappas, mexican children, homeless hurricane victims, those affected by racial injustices, and now they are 36 inches tall (or smaller). as those people change throughout the seasons of my life, i know i'll always have an adventure ahead of me - checkered though it may be.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
the chicken dinner
each night after blessing the dinner at our house, we celebrate what's local on our plate, ("local" = within 100 miles from our house). during the summer of 2008, i read a few different books about food, including michael pollan's omnivore's dilemma and barbara kingsolver's animal, vegetable, miracle. these texts were added to a list of books that truly influenced the way i lived my life. (i passed it along to james, and local foods became the focal point of his grants and research - his life was changed, too!) this change in me uncoincidentally coincided with the summer we were introducing solid foods to our first child, samuel. it made me think a lot more about the foods we put on the table and sent through our bodies. i slowly began to seek out as many foods i could find that were local. last night, we were able to eat local chicken, broccoli, and potatoes - it was a great night!
i mentioned in my last post that i link local foods to justice. in my opinion, i think that food should cost more in the US, but we should also gain increased quality in paying more. it seems more just to me to pay a fair price to a local farmer for produce grown in my region. the alternative is that i buy tomatoes that are cheaper but have possibly come from a farm in mexico where workers are not fairly compensated and the people surrounding the farm struggle to afford food themselves because of its rising price. meanwhile, farmers in the united states use millions of acres of farm land to grow corn and soy beans. we then feed these two crops - grown in excess - to animals or convert them into something the fast food industry passes off as food and sends through our bodies to the detriment of individual and public health. this then affects our health care costs and public well-being. but farmers have little choice but to grow the commodity crops in order to earn a fair wage because they can't make enough money growing fruits and vegetables. therefore, we the rich nation eat the food produced by poorer nations, while we use our own land to fuel things like fast food. it's a broken system. i am so impressed by farmers who are willing to take the financial risk and personal sacrifice to provide food to their own community. so when we can, i like to do our best to support them.
like i said in my last post, i'm certainly not a purist in this. a few nights ago we had this fantastic cajun jambalaya with sausage, beans, and rice. not a thing was local, but it sure tasted great! but i try to make little changes. my parents' church organizes a csa (community supported agriculture) in their congregation. i think this is such a cool thing to do. although the cost is usually more than you would pay for non-organic produce in the grocery, i see it as a great investment in an crucial bigger picture.
local foods....en esto creo.
i mentioned in my last post that i link local foods to justice. in my opinion, i think that food should cost more in the US, but we should also gain increased quality in paying more. it seems more just to me to pay a fair price to a local farmer for produce grown in my region. the alternative is that i buy tomatoes that are cheaper but have possibly come from a farm in mexico where workers are not fairly compensated and the people surrounding the farm struggle to afford food themselves because of its rising price. meanwhile, farmers in the united states use millions of acres of farm land to grow corn and soy beans. we then feed these two crops - grown in excess - to animals or convert them into something the fast food industry passes off as food and sends through our bodies to the detriment of individual and public health. this then affects our health care costs and public well-being. but farmers have little choice but to grow the commodity crops in order to earn a fair wage because they can't make enough money growing fruits and vegetables. therefore, we the rich nation eat the food produced by poorer nations, while we use our own land to fuel things like fast food. it's a broken system. i am so impressed by farmers who are willing to take the financial risk and personal sacrifice to provide food to their own community. so when we can, i like to do our best to support them.
like i said in my last post, i'm certainly not a purist in this. a few nights ago we had this fantastic cajun jambalaya with sausage, beans, and rice. not a thing was local, but it sure tasted great! but i try to make little changes. my parents' church organizes a csa (community supported agriculture) in their congregation. i think this is such a cool thing to do. although the cost is usually more than you would pay for non-organic produce in the grocery, i see it as a great investment in an crucial bigger picture.
local foods....en esto creo.
Friday, January 6, 2012
our roosters
this morning james and i delivered 11 chickens to be butchered. 8 were our pubescent roosters born in august and 3 were older hens. i felt strange as we chased the 11 chickens around their free-range area last night, then even stranger as we transferred them from their crate into a teeny box at the processor's home this morning. strange is the best word i can find for the conflict inside me over this process....
why? why do we put ourselves through this? feeding the animals, wading through poop to retrieve a few precious eggs, watching them grow, observing the kids playing with them, the dogs barking at them, then taking them to slaughter. i was at the grocery store yesterday, why not just buy one of those nice clean chickens in the plastic for a few dollars?
my fervent thirst for doing all i can to move toward a just world for all. "all i can" seems usually to be disappointedly small. but if i can feed my family animals from our own backyard, i accomplish a few things i can feel really good about. one, i know that my family is getting meat that has been healthily and ethically raised. my hope is our chickens have a great life, then one bad day (which happens to be today for our unlucky 11). additionally, i know that a fair wage is paid to the family butchering and processing our birds. do we save money? in the end, probably not. it's just something i enjoy doing in our little piece of the world to hopefully make it a little more just for us all. am i a purist? no, i have a frozen chicken from the grocery store sitting in my freezer as i write this. all we can do is the best we can, and hope all of our little collective efforts add up to making a bigger difference together, right?
so at 2:00 i go to retrieve our chickens. i can only describe the feeling as "strange" because of the attachment that comes from taking care of a creature for 5 months, and thus sadness. this is coupled with the hope that i've done a small good thing, as well as excitement about a yummy free-range roast chicken coming soon! well, 11 to be exact.
why? why do we put ourselves through this? feeding the animals, wading through poop to retrieve a few precious eggs, watching them grow, observing the kids playing with them, the dogs barking at them, then taking them to slaughter. i was at the grocery store yesterday, why not just buy one of those nice clean chickens in the plastic for a few dollars?
my fervent thirst for doing all i can to move toward a just world for all. "all i can" seems usually to be disappointedly small. but if i can feed my family animals from our own backyard, i accomplish a few things i can feel really good about. one, i know that my family is getting meat that has been healthily and ethically raised. my hope is our chickens have a great life, then one bad day (which happens to be today for our unlucky 11). additionally, i know that a fair wage is paid to the family butchering and processing our birds. do we save money? in the end, probably not. it's just something i enjoy doing in our little piece of the world to hopefully make it a little more just for us all. am i a purist? no, i have a frozen chicken from the grocery store sitting in my freezer as i write this. all we can do is the best we can, and hope all of our little collective efforts add up to making a bigger difference together, right?
so at 2:00 i go to retrieve our chickens. i can only describe the feeling as "strange" because of the attachment that comes from taking care of a creature for 5 months, and thus sadness. this is coupled with the hope that i've done a small good thing, as well as excitement about a yummy free-range roast chicken coming soon! well, 11 to be exact.
this i believe....
a listen to npr avidly. it's my link to the world as a person not still enough to read a newspaper or overly interested in tv. npr features a blip of a program entitled "this i believe." in it, every-day-americans share short radio essays about the personal philosophies that guide their daily living.
inspired by these short glimpses, i started this blog for close family and friends to share what guides me. more for myself even, i look to this venture to process why i do the things i do. so here you'll find "en esto creo" - in this i believe....
inspired by these short glimpses, i started this blog for close family and friends to share what guides me. more for myself even, i look to this venture to process why i do the things i do. so here you'll find "en esto creo" - in this i believe....
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