Author: Breanna Lane

Previously posted with TinyLetter "My fellow pilgrims,I go back and forth on whether or not to continue talking, writing, thinking about deconstruction in terms of our faith. But I look at my subscriber list and cannot help but acknowledge many of us are on the same route. We may be at different points in our… Continue reading Our Pilgrimage →

Previously posted on TinyLetter " And I think what is happening in our nation today is, all of the harms of the past have come up to claim us, all at once, and they’re not gonna let us gountil we take the stride of reckoning with them."- Serene Jones If I take even the briefest… Continue reading A Reckoning →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Wild things,The other morning, I found myself crying while watching Moana. Being a favorite of Declan's, it's a movie that I've seen far too many times to count. Yet, there I found myself quietly weeping as Moana parted the sea and walked toward the scary, big, bad fiery creature. I cried… Continue reading When I cried to Moana →

Previously posted on TinyLetter My little heart ventricles, Too much? Or just right? I hope this is finding you well. And by that, I mean close to where all the warm things exist - it's freaking cold, and the sky won't turn off the snow. Now that my busy season has started (Everyone: File your… Continue reading The Magic of Time →

Previously posted on TinyLetter To the wintry hearts, I mean that welcome both figuratively and literally. While the urge to write over the past week was strong, anxiety about my workload and the world took over. However, what I have been ruminating on is something I posted about on Instagram today - the sermon/talk from… Continue reading From Isolation to Justification →

Previously posted on TinyLetter To my favorite Elves -Would I be remiss in my confession to you that I kind of forgot Christmas is soon? Between the unpacking of boxes, balancing work and parenthood, and remembering to shower -- I feel like I lost an entire month. The kind of month that sprouts a tickle… Continue reading Our Tiny & Mighty Torch →

As previously posted on TinyLetter Every waiting room is like purgatory. It feels damp, cold, and surely there is a flickering fluorescent light above. And every kind of waiting feels like purgatory, with the settings more or less an internalized state of mind. Right now, we are waiting. I dropped Declan off at daycare this morning… Continue reading The Waiting Room →

As previously posted on TinyLetter Good day!It is the Monday before Election Day 2020 - a day that once felt as far as Greenland or Saturn, but only because there was a global pandemic that set in. We arrive on this day with a new Supreme Court Justice who probably enjoys long walks on the beach… Continue reading The Monday Before →

Previously posted on TinyLetter Happy Wednesday, my fellow wanderers!It's been a heavy week for me over here. Though, even typing that out sounds slightly selfish. The heaviness stems from walking with two close girlfriends through their own dark nights of the soul. A lot of phone calls, tears, a surprise of laughter -- but no… Continue reading A Short Blessing … & Lately →

Previously posted under TinyLetter Hello, friends!I'd like to be honest and tell you that I've had a rough draft of a newsletter sitting for a week. Anyone with a writer's bone will tell you that, even if it feels important, if it feels incomplete then that's that. This might sound silly but it would be… Continue reading Holding Light and Tight →