If these walls could cry

The Parables of Peanuts… Henri Nouwen… Thomas Merton… The Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius… She keeps coming back to these books – and their kind – in my religion shelves here. She just stays there in front, looking at the titles on the spines (perhaps, ‘seeing’ would be a more suitable term). She sees those… Continue reading If these walls could cry

They wrote their sonnet well

[This post contains spoilers. And some illustrations I did after feeling inspired and renewed from A Wrinkle in Time!] "Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself," thus said Mrs. Whatsit. I think it may be the best quote… Continue reading They wrote their sonnet well

In Between Tall Shelves of Books, I am Home

I only tried to eat out by myself maybe three or four or five times; eating isn’t something that one must do alone. It is understandable to do this when you’re living by yourself, but if there’s a chance to be with a family member or a friend, be with them. I’d like to believe… Continue reading In Between Tall Shelves of Books, I am Home