Apparently, Pope Francis’s Apostolic Exhortation, Evangelii Gaudium, finished this November is over 50,000 words. This means that Pope Francis can add another first to his list as being the first Pope to participate in NaNoWriMo!
Imagine living in a time without cameras, mirrors or window reflections.
If someone told you that you’re beautiful, you would just have to believe them.
Salve, Regina, Mater misericordiæ,
vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve.
ad te clamamus exsules filii Hevæ,
ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
in hac lacrimarum valle.
Eia, ergo, advocata nostra, illos tuos
misericordes oculos ad nos converte;
et Iesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui,
nobis post hoc exsilium ostende.
O clemens, O pia, O dulcis Virgo Maria.
Around 50% of the Polish population on Earth is living outside of Poland. I always thought I was alone, that no one would ever understand how it is to not fully belong anywhere. But it turned out that way to many people do.
There is a great richness in belonging to two countries. There is a great homelessness in that as well. It is hard to picture, but we live and dream about finally coming come, without knowing where home is. We’re not fully welcome anywhere.
There is a 50% chance that if I meet a Pole somewhere, he or she will have just as broken polish as me. There is a big chance that they will understand the frustration of not being able to express yourself freely in your mother tounge, but still hearing it constantly interfering with all the other languages you speak.
I always thought that when I move back, no one will understand my experiences. I realised now that many people will. It is a comforting thought. I might have found my home among the broken people.
I find parts of you in other people. But I can’t love them as much as I love you because they only carry a little part of your perfection, of the beautiful combination of your voice, the sound of your feet and your randomly aqcuired haircut.
I find parts of you in small details. Sometimes I’m suprised how well I know you. If someone told me to recall the shape of your hands I wouldn’t be able to do that, but when I hear someone laughing the way you do I turn my head instantly even if I know that you are not here.
It takes hundreds of people to make you. I would need to love hundreds of people in order to be able to get to love all the things that I like about you. The complexity of you is amazing adn breathtaking. I hope that someday, you’ll find your own universe to love. And I will simply have to love hundreds and hundreds of people, without you knowing, without disturbing the beautiful, mess, the perfect order of you. But let your ghosts haunt me, because I love everything that reminds me of you.
12 hours until I leave. My backpack weighs 10kg and 1/8 of it is clothes. I can’t figure out what the remaining 7/8 is. Probably food. And also the book I have to read for English. It was too painful to pack down, but I had to.
Well, anyways, I will be on a hiatus for 10 days because of adventures and a lack of internet caused by them. I will visit many places, with Fatima and Lourdes among them, so if you have any prayer intentions, tell me.
I babysit for a girl who use to think her mom’s name was “my love” because her dad said it so often to her and that’s just freaking cute I can’t
6 days left and i will be backpacking through Europe like a real Catholic - Lourdes, Fatima, Saragossa, San Sebastian, Paris and more for ten days
i’m so freaking exited!!