While I'm giving my hands these tiny sweaters, and giving my neck another layer of warmth, I'm wondering why it is some lands are warmer than mine. I think about the distance that separates climates and people from others. I think about the bombs that touch some streets, but not others, and the way there… Continue reading Distance
Author: Breanna Lane
From the land of everywhere, but currently residing in Indiana. Musings on the topics most often avoided at the dinner table: politics and religion. Trying to remain a mystic amid it all.
Brother
I can see this attempt to settle into your new life Your premature act of packed bags Full of items that carry your name Into unfamiliar places of temporary comfort I can see you waking up to foreign sounds, next to semi-familiar faces, And taking early morning footsteps into your wilderness I can see you… Continue reading Brother
Counseling: Year One
I have been looking forward to writing about my first year of counseling for some time. It was in October that I realized I was quickly approaching this landmark of sorts, and I knew I wanted to share why I chose to begin counseling. Not only that, but how counseling has played a vital role… Continue reading Counseling: Year One
Jesus, Bonhoeffer, and Me
I recently finished a short biography on Dietrich Bonhoeffer. I am not one to purchase biographies, but this one stuck out to me one afternoon as I perused through Myopic's Religion section. I bounced around from all different religions (Satanism...?) and ended up with Bonhoeffer's biography in hand. I took a place at a round… Continue reading Jesus, Bonhoeffer, and Me
Waupaca, Wisconsin
On Friday, a group of us drove four hours North to Waupaca, Wisconsin in order to celebrate my roommate and best friend, A. Many of us are already familiar with the quietness and slowness that my friends place brings, but some were new to the property. Upon arrival, we jumped out of the car and… Continue reading Waupaca, Wisconsin
Twelve Years
It is so strange to be a 24-year-old on a day like today. It is a day that I recall my 7th grade feelings on September 11, 2001. I remember coming home, feeling that ever-heavy cloud of heartbreak when tragedy strikes. I was too young to understand and too young to fully comprehend that the… Continue reading Twelve Years
The Goodness of Grace
I remember the moment that grace took on a life outside of a definition. I was 18 with a bagful of irreversible decisions in hand, and my parents were arriving at a place I should not have been at - physically, emotionally and spiritually. There were neither questions nor a pull for explanation. Instead, it… Continue reading The Goodness of Grace
Reminders at St. Mary’s
This past Saturday, I spent time at a *Seminary that also acts as a monastery for those who are craving solitude ... or anything other than the sounds of roaring city ambulances. Most of what I felt and heard from God remains in a journal for only me. However, what I did find that I… Continue reading Reminders at St. Mary’s
Six Shades
All I'm asking for is a little bit of patience As all I'm trying to do is get through this puzzle It isn't so much about finding the outer pieces As it is about filling the spaces within I just keep wondering why this piece doesn't fit that piece Because it fit for a second… Continue reading Six Shades
Cynthia
i came to you in a season of grey where the outside makes the inside cold i allowed you to introduce me to a life that i did not quite knowthe sun had to learn to shine the grey had to be released and i had to find trust in myselfalong the way, i found… Continue reading Cynthia
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