Writing here again, from over there.

About a year ago, I stopped writing here. I had been sharing prayers—honest ones—and then checking the numbers like that was what meant something. I realized I wasn’t just writing to share something sacred. I was writing to be seen.

That didn’t sit right. So I left.

I also left because this platform has made some gross decisions about who gets a microphone. There are nazis on this platform, doing very well for themselves. Substack doesn’t take a stand when it should. That still matters to me, but I’ve realized that if I wait for a platform that doesn’t disappoint me, I might never say anything at all. And in the meantime, there are still people here who were listening.

So here’s where I am now: I’m working toward priesthood in the Episcopal Church, and I’ve started something I’m calling a creative pilgrimage. I’m writing one essay a month to think through what it means to make creative work that’s devotional, not performative.

The first piece is up now. It’s called The First Pilgrimage: Ruth, Julian, and the Limits of Persona. It’s about three women—Ruth, Julian of Norwich, and Patti Smith—and what they taught me about art, ego, and devotion. And yeah, it’s also about me because I’m letting the questions shape me out loud.

If you’re still here, thanks. I hope this feels like something worth returning to.

If you’re new, welcome. I’ll write once a month, one step at a time.