Having just read a friend's email, I realize how anemic my prayer life is. How do you gather strength when all three of your kids are hacking and barking in coughing fits? How do you maintain a heart of gratitude and worship when your spirit feels raw and victimized? I don't know. Just wanting to check- in with the old blog here. Some photos from Thanksgiving in Williamsburg. Virginia. My family of origin was in full-effect, the myriad personalities, vivid and potent as stained glass but as chaotic and sensitive as any large- family holiday. Back in the swing here, wearing the groove in the floor between the kitchen and laundry. Finding the triumphs and treasures of this walk, this pilgrimmage of sorts. Trying to hold onto the perspective, that I am God's child but also his called disciple. That there is much work to do, mustering those stores of mama-energy but also trying to do as St. Augustine prayed, "I have no rest until I rest in You." Trying to find that type of restorative, salvific rest. Photos: The two Candelarias. Us on the bank of the gorgeous river my brother lives on. The pomegranate pinata from Benici's 3rd Birthday.