Tinyletter

Ojos de Santa Lucia

An erratically published missive on lady-saints that also circles around magic, femininity, perfume, radical tenderness, the stars, and cloth-bound books.

Subscribe here.

 
Simone-Weil.jpg

#1: Simone Weil, Prayer, and Attention

I started divinity school three months ago, and spent a lot of those three months falling in love with Simone Weil. Part of the reason I wanted to go to divinity school in the first place was to reconcile with all my complicated feelings about growing up evangelical, to make peace with God. For the last few years, I’ve felt myself standing on the edge of belief, wanting very badly to walk through the door, but not really knowing how to do this. I described this to a friend as not knowing who the version of me that believes in God is.

Read More

 

#2: Mary and the Body

This is the first year I’ve conceptualized Advent as something other than carefully rationed chocolate, and somehow also the first year that I’ve thought about Mary as a person that was pregnant. I’ve always felt that we don’t get very much of her inner life in the Bible—there’s the annunciation, and the Magnificat, and then Mary meditates on these signs in her heart, and then snapshots of her as Jesus grows up. But I’ve also never really thought of her as someone with a body: This was the first year that I realized that Mary was someone who literally gave birth.

Read More

269-The-Virgin-Mary-q97-965x1197.jpg
 

#3: Flannery O’Connor and Discernment

Being at divinity school has made my ambitions easy to articulate: I've always known that I was called to be a writer, I'm having trouble discerning what that looks like professionally.  Discernment is a big word around here. Folks are in the middle of discerning a call to ministry, discernment is an uphill battle. I like the idea, like there's some plan laid out for your #1 Most Optimal Life and it's your job to find the edges of it, and once you do, everything will Make Sense, your cosmic life plan will all come together, and you'll understand your position in the universe.

Read more.

 

#4: Hildegard von bingen and growing things

This April, just before Terry Tempest Williams' fantastic Ingersoll Lecture, one of my classmates, Jiaying Ding, sang Hildegard von Bingen's "O Viridissima Virga," a hymn to the greening forces of God, a paean to the tiny miracle of a blooming branch. At the age of 12, sometime around the year 1112, Hildegard von Bingen was placed under the protection of an older nun in a local enclosure attached to a monastery. Her world drew down to the size of the building, but her responsibility to the world outside of that enclosure only grew. 

Read More.

HildegardBingen.jpg
 
maxresdefault.jpg

#5: Julien Baker and Grace

I have spent a long time thinking about grace. I wrote a whole chapbook about it, it is something I aspire to, and as something I want to make note of when it appears in the world. It's one of the words that makes my ears perk up when I hear it. 
For these reasons, Julien Baker is one of my favorite artists, a modern-day saint in my canon, if you will.

Read More.

 

#6: The Desert Mothers and Process

I went out to the desert for the first time last month. 
High desert in Utah, already marked as a holy land, canyons and rock formations and arroyos, the silence of a red-rimmed valley, Mars rising over the mesa, the smell of ozone at dawn, sagebrush and nopal and juniper. It's a place that fills your eyes, where you're at once hemmed in and bare under the sky. 

Read More.

a.gif
 
VirgenDeGuadalupe_111215.jpg

#7: The Virgen of Guadalupe, Posadas, and Shelter

In Mexico, there's this tradition of "La Posada." Every night for the nine nights before Christmas, a couple, dressed up like Mary and Joseph, knock on the door of a house and ask for shelter. They're usually surrounded by half the town or the family or whatever, all holding candles, but for the purposes of dramatic tension, it's supposed to be just Mary and Joseph.

Read more.

 

#8: St. Frances Xavier Cabrini and Presence

I just got back from Tijuana a little less than a week ago. I thought I'd be going there to help people prepare for their Credible Fear Interviews, which determine whether someone will be allowed to apply for asylum or immediately deported, or help people on the other side do actual asylum applications. 

Read More.

Cabrini_2.jpg
 
01-carson-book-review.w529.h352-2.jpg

#9: Anne Carson and Archive

Being home after Tijuana has been strange. I'm going to classes, making dinner, walking the dog, reading books, all of the usual things that make up my life. This is interrupted, sporadically, by remembering something suddenly. I cried in a coffee shop the other morning, holding hands with a friend, because I had remembered that we had watched some of the last people in the LGBTQ caravan cross, folks that had made family on the road and now were there at the wall.

Read More.

 

#10: Angela of Foligno and holy bodies

Last semester, I took a class on women & mysticism. We read widely: from Hildegard of Bingen to the Vineyard church I was raised in. For a week, we had to give group presentations on late-medieval European women. I was assigned Angela of Foligno, and I still can't get her out of my head, which is, to my understanding, how people become medievalists. 


Read more.

0104-Angele-Foligno.jpg
 
frieda-overlooking-rivera-court-c-1932.jpg

#11: Frida Kahlo and Identity

Last week, I spent a couple of hours wandering around the MFA Boston's Graciela Iturbide and Frida Kahlo exhibits. Graciela Iturbide is a Mexican photographer who describes her work as things "in therapy"—plants with IV bags at the Botanical Gardens of Oaxaca, communities coming together around a seasonal goat slaughter, a family burying a child. 

Read more.

 

#12: Emily Dickinson and Building a Life

I fulfilled a childhood dream this morning and visited Emily Dickinson's house. The Emily I grew up with was one that, much like I did, rambled on her own across a very particular kind of Massachusetts half-wilderness, and knew the names of plants and animals and curled up in corners with books also.

Read More.

emily-dickinson-a-life-in-poetry.jpg
 
Robin_Wall_Kimmerer_credit_Dale_Kakkak_300dpi_RGB+%282%29.jpg

#13: Robin wall kimmerer and porousness

For the first part of my last semester of graduate school, I listened to the audiobook of Robin Wall Kimmerer's Braiding Sweetgrass. Her voice, both on the page and in my ear, was warm, and funny, and wise. Braiding Sweetgrass is arguably her best known work: a book of deeply interconnected short essays that forge links between Kimmerer's training as a biologist and traditional ways of knowing passed along not only by her own family's Potawatomi traditions but those cultivated by native peoples across North America. More than that though, more than anything, what Kimmerer is arguing for is considering yourself a part of the radical embodied network of the natural world. 

Read More.

 

#14: St. Lucy’s eyes and bearing witness

This is St. Lucy, patron saint of authors, cutlers, glaziers, laborers, martyrs, peasants, Perugia, Italy; saddlers, salesmen, stained glass workers, and the blind. The story goes that her father wanted to marry her off to a pagan prince, and rather than submit to that, she plucked her own eyes out, horrifying the prince and making her a less-appealing candidate for marriage. She's usually portrayed not with eyes-as-flowers, as above, but rather with her eyes on a platter that she holds.

Read More.

maxresdefault.jpg
 
simic_1-122211.jpg

#15: Wislawa Szymborska and a Wedding

Jason and I met the summer after I finished undergrad, on OKCupid, in New York City. It was the tail end of August, when breezes are first starting to whisper about the possibility of the year turning the corner into fall, but it had been a long, slow sticky summer, hard in the way that the summer after undergrad is hard.

Read more.