Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.

... I realized that my father had learned something in his recovery that I still hadn't totally grasped: the past would only fester and eat away at us if we tried to hold on to it too tightly.

But you have to let go of it sometime, Gaby. You can't change the past, any of it, and hanging on just eats your life away.

Sometimes the only reason why you
won't let go of someone making you
sad is because he was the only one
that once made you happy.

The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can't have it. The minute you don't want power, you'll have more than you ever dreamed possible.

What does it mean to be Catholic and not a Catholic? I feel adrift, homeless. My Catholic imagination allows me to see the soul as a lit breath, seeking the divine. It persists.