
What is known within me? I ask myself. What can I take home from this place, this encounter, this knowing amid all the unknown? Is our only real ground groundlessness? Is the only ground temporary ground?

Everyone carries their own true self in their own way, in their own words, and in their own time. And that is also beautifully queer. My true self is the queer way I rest my ear to the chest of a tree, listening for its heartbeat.

Although the hunt for more solitude was a pattern in Merton’s life, the sense of “arrival” was palpable for him in rat-infested toolshed

An interview with author Sophfronia Scott, “If we can come to the table with what’s missing, only then can we find the possibility of completion.”

There is the place in my life, paradoxically, where mystery is conceived and the best of myself is birthed. It never seems to be a place of great joy, but it is a place of great truth.