Hi. I'm Marco's sister. Those of you who don't know me can call me Pearl. When I was nineteen, I bit into a pearl in a fried oyster in some linoleum-floored crab shack on Cape Cod.
I'm a recovering graduate student, high school Spanish teacher, unrepentant history geek, and budding mystic. I've traveled to four of the seven continents. I always love to discuss politics, religion, history, and philosophy. In my other life, I'm also a wife with really poor housekeeping skills. But I can cook.
Whatever happened on Easter Island, it wasn’t good. Polynesians landed there, farmed, thrived, built their famous statues, and then things went very bad, very fast. Sixteen million trees vanished. What happened?
Alhamdulillah on Black
Alhamdulillah: To God belongs all praise
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I’ve been meditating on the word alhamdulillah recently.
We need to remember that all religious teaching ultimately has to be reflected in the teacher’s way of life, which awakens the assent of the heart by its nearness, love and witness.
DIY holiday photo shoot. Lia is not impressed.
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1) Nearly all of my injuries and scars are adventure-related.
2) I love the smell of skunk. I know that’s really weird.
3) I was in Pamplona for the running of the bulls in 2011, with a “front row” spot — and it was only out of respect for my husband that I didn’t run myself.
4) The great love affair of my youth was not with another person, but with a country.
5) I’ve seen the Chemical Brothers live in concert 4 times — twice in Ireland and twice in NYC.
The real newness is the newness which God himself mysteriously brings about and inspires, provokes, guides and accompanies in a thousand ways.
Look at how well they respect the “leave it” command! They are such obedient dogs!
Happy 1st birthday, Lia! She is waiting patiently to eat her slice of puppy pie.
In the kingdom of God, the table is supposed to be big, And I do mean big. Our tables should have room for everyone–the fringers, the lonely, the doubters, the certain, the poor, the rich, the educated, the uneducated, men, women, gay, straight, black, white, brown, young, old, liberal, conservative and everything in between.
I prefer a church which is bruised, hurting and dirty because it has been out on the streets rather than a church which is unhealthy from being confined and from clinging to its own security. …
My, my… God still finds ways to remind me that the Camino is a lifelong journey that does not end in Santiago. I’m at a crossroads in my career and in my life now. I really needed this. For fellow pilgrims/peregrinos, you understand.