Letter from Jenny
When we gather to wonder about the sacred,we begin as separate scraps of cloth,squares left on the seamstress’s floor.Perhaps we believe we have nothing to offerbecause we are not more whole.Wonder becomes the needle.The sacred is green thread.Communion fills the seams.And who, or what, is the seamstress?Of course, we were confusedabout our worth.But my god,it is beautiful when we can’t help bu...
Dear Springhouse community,
When initially asked to write this letter I was hesitant. Despite being a prolific reader and an amateur writer, I am not at all confident with my expression when it comes to nonfictional matters. I was asked to try, so I will.
I wish I had a place like Springhouse to go for my education as a child. I grew up in Georgia and attended Catholic school before dropping ou...
Dear Springhouse community,
When initially asked to write this letter I was hesitant. Despite being a prolific reader and an amateur writer, I am not at all confident with my expression when it comes to nonfictional matters. I was asked to try, so I will.
I wish I had a place like Springhouse to go for my education as a child. I grew up in Georgia and attended Catholic school before dropping ou...
Letters from the Springhouse Community