A wise soul told me at the beginning of the year, "Make sure to slow down, or God will make you." Well, here I am, sitting in bed. Just me and my unwritten 5-page Iberian Literature paper. It's Friday. My whiteboard calendar is covered in scribbled plans. 8:00- Spanish class 9:00- sociology class 1:00- sit … Continue reading Slowing Down
Everywhere I go, people scold me for being stiff. "Avery, stop being so rigid! Let your arms relax. RELAX!!!" During art class in highschool, my teacher would gasp in horror at the death grip I had on my colored pencil, swoop down behind me, and begin kneading my shoulders with all the satisfaction of a … Continue reading Reflections on Worship: Introduction
Hello, dear readers! As I continue to develop Reflections from Brightfield, I would greatly appreciate your feedback on how I can bless you best. Please leave a comment answering the questions below, then stay tuned for a new post next week! Which post categories do you most enjoy reading? (Memoir, Poetry, Reflections, Liturgy) Do you … Continue reading Your Thoughts, Please
This was supposed to be like the DR. I'm in a strange new environment, surrounded by God-fearing mentors, waking up at the crack of dawn, overwhelmed with responsibilities...why am I not experiencing revival as I did in the Dominican Republic? Why am I not marching out of my spiritual wasteland? Exhausted by my disappointed expectations, … Continue reading Waiting for the Sunrise
I cannot count the times my professors have said something to the effect of: "Learning means letting go of something you thought you already knew." That being the case, I am quickly discovering that in order to learn, I must be vulnerable. It's a frightening neccesity, this opening of my mind. I hold my presuppositions … Continue reading Vulnerability of a Learner
Rest assured that I am still alive. I am currently adjusting to my new college schedule, which means that today’s post consists of brief fragments from my journal. Thank you for your patience! First Morning: It turns out that the friendly asterisk on the bottom of my freshman orientation schedule was a misprint. The cadence … Continue reading College Firsts
Night has fallen on the mountaintop. The stars dazzle-gleam tauntingly As I stretch to hold them As I ascend into the heavens And fall back, Cowering in the pregnant gloom, Waiting for the blow Which will send me hurtling Back into the foothills...
Enjoy the Daniel Now version of my latest poem.
Beware of the "O," Tip Baby, If You Give a Bulldog Ice Cream, and The Rollerblading Minstrel
The line between venting and gossip Is too fine for my rage-blinded eyes to perceive. The dam which stems the bitter flood Of careless words is cracking.