Last summer with new friends at St. Benedict’s monastery in Subiaco, Italy. Man, I love traveling with kindred spirits.
Coming soon…
I’ve wanted a family library stamp for years now. Finally ordered one.
Prepping for the upcoming winter school session.
Aiming to get 12k more words written in my novel before the end of 2022. 🤞
Backyard basil.
20 years. 🥂
Doing the obligatory family field trip. …Daughter’s a senior in high school and we realized she hadn’t been here since she was 6 weeks old, and her brothers never have. Oops. Bad Texans.
The end of Hamlet, when almost everyone is dead. (If you’re in the Austin area, go see The Baron’s Men perform it!)
Spooky season? I’m a fan. Indie bookshops? A fan. Spooky season and indie bookshops? Big fan.
As seen in the school library where I host my English class. …Nine of the authors we’re reading this year.
Friday afternoon office. I love this coffee shop 200 steps from my front door. There’s something (literally) sacred about living locally at the speed of life.
I found the Luke Danes of Costa Rica and I don’t hate it.
From Italy to Costa Rica. So much to love about this world.
When Charlemagne commissioned this Benedictine abbey to be built in an Italian field where his arrow landed on a plant that ultimately healed his soldiers after praying for God’s guidance, our country wouldn’t even be a fragment of an idea for 900 more years.
Yesterday I was at St. Benedict’s monastery in the hills outside of Rome. Thinking of painting a replica of this somewhere in our house.
At the airport, heading out to do one of my absolute favorite parts of my work. An honor to lead people through sacred places for such meaningful life moments.
When it’s so hot the only remedy is water, but also when water parks bring on sensory overload and you’re in the middle of a good book.
I’ve been going to Adoration every Wednesday morning for the past four weeks, and I never realized how much I needed this in my routine.
