As a Christian, I am born of the Water and the Blood of Christ; diluted wine. But I struggle and fall, succeed and fail. I forget who I am. I become deluded wine.
Monday, October 8
If any one ever needs a gift idea for me, I'm trying to collect the works of Chesterton, published by Ignatius Press. The only volume I have so far is the one with Francis of Assisi, The Everlasting Man, and Thomas Aquinas.
I am an awkward, stubborn, slightly insane woman who would rather talk Plato than Prada, rather watch Frank Capra than Carrie Bradshaw, and rather listen to Norse myths sung in Icelandic than anything currently on the radio. Yeah. Told you I was weird.