A writer friend recently introduced me to this word, and I love it. (Yay! A new way to use the letter Q in a Scrabble game.) I am very drawn to anything that has to do with essence, with the reality of something beneath what is immediately visible. It is a hidden quality, often hidden even from myself. I wonder why that is. Shouldn’t I be the one most aware of my own quiddity? Unfortunately, culture and religion have taught us that how we appear is more important than who or

Here we are, already in the second week of Lent (or maybe the 105th week of Lent). As always at this time of year, I’ve been mulling over why this season is important in spiritual practice. I was raised in a “Christian” setting that disdained all religious traditions, so I didn’t even know what Lent was about until my 30’s when I began exploring the Catholic expression of faith. For those who don’t know what Lent is about, it’s the 40 days before Easter when adherents are enc

When I started using hashtags on Instagram a few years ago, #rememberingmytruth was one of the first ones, and my most frequently used since then. It also seems like a fitting first entry for my new blog. Connecting with my truth, what is authentic for me, has always been a tricky venture. I was raised to believe that truth is what someone else tells me it is. Truth can be anything--answers to the Big Questions like, "Is there a God?" or mundane details like, "Did I respond a