“I am not searching for holiness. I am just trying not to lie.” –Karen Wangare Leonard It has been two years, which feels unimaginable to me. I swear, I did not mean for it to be this long. It is almost December now, and today is the first Sunday of Advent. For some reason, it feels especially fitting that I find myself here, attempting to discover or create something to fill the space that has been hollowed out by silence–two years lost to mental illness and trauma and the disintegration of faith as I’ve known it for my whole life. I’ve run out of ways to temper the reality of life as of late.
Erin, you write so beautifully that I'm moved to devour every word. Your losses and search for peace through your brokeness are heartbreaking, but your strength remains constant as does your faith. As your friend, I yearn to help you find comfort; as your former teacher, your words are a lovely gift of which I'm truly proud.
Beautiful as always, Erin! Happy to read your words again.
Erin, you write so beautifully that I'm moved to devour every word. Your losses and search for peace through your brokeness are heartbreaking, but your strength remains constant as does your faith. As your friend, I yearn to help you find comfort; as your former teacher, your words are a lovely gift of which I'm truly proud.
May you find your peace again.
♥️. Susan