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About 4 years ago I met a catholic nun through my twin bereavement group who lives with her order in San Francisco. Sister William Eileen's twin passed at 82 of heart failure but really it was Alzheimer's that took her, the way Sister tells it. Yet this identical and living twin is remarkably cogent; she drives a car, she actively serves God through embodied good works and labor. Since her "twinless" journey began she's amassed a cadre of other nuns who are grieving their own twins; they talk on the phone, they meet in fellowship whenever possible, they network, they reach their own kind. This morning I reconnected with Sister William Eileen and was set adrift anew. Growing up Episcopalian in the South I gleaned that to encounter the spirit realm was to deprive God and His Ghost of their rightful mystery. Other lesser mysteries robbed Him of street cred, or whatever, or at least that's how it spilled out of bigoted paradigms and into my...family of origin and religious faith. I bucked against some of this in the tomed Witchcraft verticals of Hege Library, but none of the dark arts truly broke the mold. This youthful, misguided conceit and influence is so very wrong. Sister William Eileen speaks of signs, visions, experiential encounters with her beloved Noreen in concrete sentences. She purrs "Noreen" as if a name is a jewel. Patron Saint of Parking, healer, guardian of children at the school next door, a holy mercy. Noreen moves among us, keeps Sister William Eileen alive, appraises God of their eternal union.
Last night I went to hear Dirty Three at the Aladdin Theater. I remember when we were both in undergrad you showed up with one of their records on vinyl, we were transfixed. I've always thought specifically of you every time I encounter Dirty Three in the wild. No voices, three sisters, known to be one of the loudest live acts of our time. A bass drum like a heart attack. A friend of ours went with me, and you know she's not the sentimental type, but all night she spoke of you. Your presence, how much she could hear you, what it felt like to be suspended in sound is to remember what it feels like to be with you, merely near you. You loud ass honkey. Please keep me close to those who let me hear you.
5 years. “Love is real. Utah, make it two.” ♾️💘🪽
59mos, a real shower.

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I told my agent to make us old together. Happy Twin Day. 👵🏼 ♾️ 👵🏼
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Was any of it true? 💘
57 months.

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doing the most. -SZA
Johnny Waggoner Jr., I’ll Always Love You. Gain it all the way up. 🔊 💔
My dad passed away four years ago today, and in this past year, I’ve discovered more about his faith than I ever knew while he was alive. Last December, I tried to leave the Episcopal church, but I couldn’t figure out how to quit—couldn’t figure out how to set aside the language and traditions that are woven into both my genetic and lived history.
So instead of leaving, I found another church. Now I attend two churches and practice contemplative prayer at dawn each day. It’s almost as if the more I resist, the closer faith pulls me in.
I think that’s what my dad saw in his faith. He was such a dreamer—he pushed the church to do more, always envisioning greater inclusion, deeper fellowship, broader outreach to communities who had nothing. “When you have more than you need, it doesn’t belong to you.”
Even when he’d never seen it fully realized, he held onto his vision, the blueprint. Even when he couldn’t live out the complete expression of his faith openly, he could see a beautiful future.
I love him and miss him dearly.
“I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you, and I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore, I will trust you always, though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will never fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.”
- Merton
53 months ♾️

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It has been 52 months since Anna died. In the past few months I started being able to say that she “died.” Previously I could say she “passed” but I could not say that she died, or that I lost her. But she did, and I did.
I lost Anna to a transformation completely unknown to me—one I have not had to walk through myself. Yet living without her has become its own transformation, to be transformed by suffering, by grief, by the relentless drum we cannot describe but that moves us deeper into life by a silent and forceful cadence.
So here we are together at 52 months, the transformed and the transforming.
For all those watching their family die, for the deaths you cradle in your arms and weep into, I pray for gentle transformation here and beyond.
May radiant compassion illumine your heart, may you always know you are well.