Village Candle

18 Apr 19
Sarah James

This week, in the Christian calendar, Holy Week, which, to be perfectly honest, is the time in the liturgical year that I am grateful to have been raised Catholic. It is highly ritualized. Feet washing, incense, the absence and reemergence of the Eucharist, the kissing of the cross, candles, white lilies, holy water. The materiality of […]

18 Apr 19
Our Spirit

The story of the magical Tibet stones was simply a fantasy until one day I reached down and picked up a stone that was a small globe that was gold, blue, red and white; as I held it – it came alive. Not alive like an opal shimmering with pastel rainbow colors, nor the sheen of tiger’s eye turning from dark to light as you move it back and forth, nor the crystal 5radiant burst of rainbow beams that shoot out from a diamond; no, it was alive. It was a living being like nothing I had ever seen before.

18 Apr 19
Beyond the Flow

“To know her, is to love her!” The Beatles Thank goodness, this isn’t a eulogy and has become more of an appreciation of our beautiful Notre Dame Cathedral. Indeed, these words are the outpourings of a heart which almost broke yesterday, as the blazing orange flames all but consumed her like a savage beast.  Yet, […]

18 Apr 19
Blogs: A Richard Wood Text Adventure

Yesterday, I mostly talked about Nintendo’s home grown characters and how they went in two majorly different directions regarding both of them. This was mostly in regard to characters who has started as silent protagonists though, and a choice was forced upon the developer as to whether they should keep this up moving into the […]

18 Apr 19
A Unique Title For Me

A pixie is similar to a brownie, an elf, a fairy and a sprite.  The word fairy has become an umbrella term for anything living in the world of the magical spirits and an elf is basically a male fairy, not to be confused with a euphemism for gay men.  A fairy is one of […]

18 Apr 19
Cleaver Magazine

We don’t often read literature from Azerbaijan, for many reasons. It’s a small post-Soviet country that is hard to find on the map, with a Turkic language that makes finding translators difficult, and a government that still censors its writers Soviet-style. We don’t generally stroll down the aisle at a bookstore and discover the “Azeri” section. The only thing harder to find might be Georgian, and I’ll only say “might.” Probably most of us have no idea what novelists in Azerbaijan write about, what kind of social justice concerns they have, or what kind of risks those writers take to address those concerns.

18 Apr 19
Camino Wanderers II

Before I get into the final day of week two a little update on last night. We scrambled off to church, promptly, at 6 PM. We get to the church and it is empty and then we notice the posting on the door .”No Misa Hoy” Translation “No mass today”. Bummer. We will get in […]