I am glad you are here.
My name is Daja.
When I started this blog it was the place I traced my path from Protestantism to Catholicism. It is still that. But it is also where I try to reconcile other things—my place in the world, the tension between boundaries and vulnerability, grief and loss, sex and friendship and beauty and art and politics in the Church and the solace of Home.
I think too much. I feel everything. I drink a lot of coffee and start projects I don’t finish. I write and dream and I love naps. I gave birth to my nine best friends and I am happiest when they are around. I am divorced, annulled by the Church, and recovering from trauma. Part of that healing involves climbing mountains, crying when I see the full moon, and reading the same passages of poetry over and over.
If you stop by my home in the evenings you may see a lot of candles lit and the smell of incense thick in the air and various states of chaos throughout. When the kids go to bed and I sit quietly with a glass of wine, I ponder how it all fits together.
“Whoever manages to reconcile the many contradictions of his life, and views them gratefully as one big theme, will drive all noisemakers out of the house and celebrate so differently at dusk with you alone as guest.” Rilke