Gift of God

Three years ago this week I was welcomed into the Orthodox faith. It’s a sort of a happy accident that the date also coincided with my “name day” on September 11th. I’d been fidgeting with the schedule for months, trying to get a date on the books. I was tired of waiting. I hate waiting. I had my nose pressed up against the glass of Orthodoxy for so long, looking in like…

Day 20: Trees

    The best kind of trees I can imagine right now are the ones pictured above in the chapel of my patron saint, Theodora of Vasta. The trees grew up, in, through and around the walls of the chapel. It is said that this is spot upon which Theodora gave her life fighting for her village. In some stories she is disguised as a man. The stories shift of course over…

Memoria…

A year ago, give or take a few days, I was welcomed into the Orthodox faith. On that day I took the name of Saint Theodora of Vasta, whose story echoed in me the moment I read it. Theodora came to the aid of her village while it was under attack, she dressed as a man to fight for its survival and became mortally wounded. As she lay dying it was said…