I teach writing for a living and one of the best-known lessons of writing is to ‘write what you know,’ which is a funny thing because that’s the main writing lesson I break. I never write what I know. I tend to write what I want to know.
I write what I call “rogue homilies,” my humble way of inviting people to have awkward conversations about important things, thinks like the subtle spark of the divine we witness in our everyday, often ordinary-feeling lives. I often want to know how I can settle down and settle in, how I can come to the point where I can be content even though I’m in what’s likely the busiest season of my life as a working mother to three kids, ages 15, 5, and 3.
This is true for so many of you who may, although for other reasons, seem to be in the middle of a season—or even a storm—that doesn’t seem to ever let up. These might be seasons of loss, seasons of sickness, seasons of loneliness or boredom or routines that you wish you could shake, or they might be seasons of sadness or seasons of waiting—sometimes for reasons you do not know or may not understand.
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