Because my parents and I had a little visit in Canada last weekend, this week I invite you to revisit a pilgrimage I made in 2014 and reflect with me upon the passages of life. Click: Pass through the Holy Door. (By the way, our visit this year was short (and tiring) but sweet!)
I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.