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I made another prayer poem video yesterday morning. I’m realizing all my poems are pretty long so I had to clip it down quite a bit. It is fun looking through the things I’ve written. I haven’t looked through them in a while. This one is from a longer poem, Hosea 11:4 or Cords of […]
Recording Prayer Poems The other day I woke up with such an urge to record some of the prayer-poems I’d written and make videos from them in Canva. I recorded one (Everyday Conversion) but the sound quality was very poor. On Saturday I bought a better mic and tried again. The result was much better, […]
I’ve been experimenting with video editing on Canva recently in my volunteer work with the Pastorate. I love being able to combine images, video, and words in a visual narrative. So I decided to do this with one of the poems I wrote: Everyday Conversion. This short poem is about being reminded of God’s love […]
When I try to convey how it felt growing up without religion, the image of deep, stormy water is most helpful. This image is a common and easily understood metaphor- “I was in over my head,” “I was drowning,” “I was sinking” are all used to describe feelings of desolation, chaos, danger, abandonment. Contrast this […]
When I first started going to Mass I liked to mark each song, the day’s reading, and the responses during Mass. At first, I used little strips of stiff watercolor paper, but then I worried that I’d forget these or drop them, and then I’d be littering in church. So I decided to paint the […]
I’ve always loved this little poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950): First Fig My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light! In college this used to pop into my head as I studied late into […]
I have terrible fall allergies. My nose runs, my eyes water. I get headaches and hay fever. It’s awful and this season has been the worst I can remember. There is so much pollen being released by ragweed, golden rod, and other plants that Stuart’s hands were yellow after picking tomatoes. This combined with the […]
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