everything about this is perfect. absolutely perfect
sufjan stevens — for the widows in paradise
basically I was just livin the nun life last weekend hahaha
Two Sundays ago I answered the phone and I thought it was my sister’s voice but in her nun life she can’t call us so I was kind of spooked. It really was her and she told me that she would be giving a retreat in Kentucky and she and two other sisters could come stay the night at our house! this was super exciting because she doesn’t get a home visit for a few years.
It was strange having her home, still in her habit and with two of her sisters, yet so so special. Having her home, I just felt like “yes, this is my sister, my best friend”. Everything felt so right and so happy. I hadn’t necessarily felt like I had “lost her” or anything, but her being home with all of my brothers and sisters just living life and being goofy just like old times made everything feel so natural. Maybe it was that all of the reservations I had/have disappeared and perhaps I saw clearly that she is my sister and even more perfectly herself now. I was her and the sisters’ “chauffeur” and drove them around the Holy Land of Kentucky to a hidden country church for Mass in the rectory with about five other people—all simple, humble, country people. My sister and I spoke about how indebted we are to the holy people of this part of the world—their fidelity, their example of childlike, living faith has truly been a grace to us. They are the saints among us.
My sister and I had a sleepover—it was so good, we were just regular sisters and it was beautiful. We got up at 4:45am (lol) to go to a monastery near us for Lauds and Mass. My sister and the other nuns showed me what true prayerfulness is and challenged me (by their example) to deepen my own prayer life, which I’m realizing is weak. So Lent couldn’t come at a better time, tbh
It was just a really beautiful and grace-filled weekend.
Today someone called me by my sister’s name twice without realizing it and I smiled—I hope I can imitate her holiness. I am so grateful to God for giving me such an amazing, holy, inspiring, and fun woman as my big sister and my best friend.
my cup overflows
Have you ever wanted to hear Flannery O’Connor’s voice? Here she is reading “A Good Man is Hard to Find” in 1959.
this is the prettiest cake I’ve ever seen.
Max Patch is one of my favorite places in the Appalachian Mountains.
Caldwell County, Kentucky