“…those who matter won’t mind.”
When we are young, we remember with our senses. We remember what color our grandfather’s favorite chair was, and the peculiar texture of our kindergarten teachers wild curly hair. In

When we are young, we remember with our senses. We remember what color our grandfather’s favorite chair was, and the peculiar texture of our kindergarten teachers wild curly hair. In
“In Rome, during the third century, it is rumored that a priest serving under the emperor Claudius II went rogue, making himself a legend. His name was Valentine, and after a law was passed banning marriage in an effort to strengthen the troops frame of mind, Valentine continued to preform marriages in secret. Once discovered, the priest was sentenced to death and spent his last days publicly worshipped by all the young couples that he had helped.”
… Continue readingThe mysterious history of Valentine’s Day.
Every year, for one reason or another, the month of February gets lost in my calender pages, and I get lost along with it. Maybe I have a hard time
It occurred to me, after this most tumultuous first of the year, that our passions do not only keep us moving, but can get us moving again. Seraphim Fire has been burning all this time, and I have been sitting against it, trying to find the way to push forward, and get back to work. … Continue readingThe passion to keep on moving. Growth from the letters.