Guys. This week I broke a TV, I was blinded by the sun and ran into a stop sign with my car, I accidentally made a heresy on The Bible Binge, and I have reached 100% of coping mechanisms.
One of them is to read Wendell Berry’s Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front:
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
~Wendell Berry
I had every intention of doing a Q+A this week, but then Joanne Rogers passed away and it just took the winds right out of my sails. So next week, friends. Next week.
❤️ If you think of it, would you pray for my sweet grandmother today? She’s having heart surgery and she is so precious to us all. Thank you. It means a lot to me.
✝️ In case you missed the announcement earlier this week, my newest Lent guide Memento Mori is officially out! I’m excited about this year’s study because of the added community aspect. And of course for my beloved Lil Swipes - you get the biggest discount of 20% off with the code LILSWIPE. If you haven’t picked up your copy yet, you can do so here.
🌹 Calling all Bachelor franchise fans: this month’s episode of Faith Adjacent is tackling all of your questions about Bachelor Nation! I’d love to see some of you submit questions, as we dig in and try to examine how a rose ceremony or cocktail party might be faith adjacent.
❤️ One of our lovely Lil Swipes had a poetic, noble land mermaid idea: The Lil Swipes Galentines/Friends Gift Exchange! If you’d like to join, sign up at this link by January 30th. Creative and free gifts encouraged! Looking to exchange gifts by February 13, the official date of Galentine’s Day.
📖 Be sure to check out Sarah Bessey’s new book, which is officially out for pre-order my babies!
📅 One of the best resources I have stumbled across is my friend Retha’s Sunday Planning Journal. If you are looking for a low-maintenance way to get organized, you need this in your life!
😎 Only my fellow HSM fans will love & appreciate this video the way I do.
🥪 Are you hungry? Do you enjoy culinary delicacies such as a “sandwich”? If so, check out this article from Food & Wine about the best sandwich in every state. I don’t know why, I just really enjoyed it. I was underwhelmed by Alabama’s choice (plain turkey? really?) but very proud of my home state of Texas for producing good quality ‘wiches. (h/t to Knox McCoy for the retweet on this)
🐶 Charlie Warzel has a new Substack of just some dogs. It’s literally just dogs. It’s perfect.
👴 This wholesome video of a sweet grandpa will soften all of our hearts today:
Alright let’s do some good good tweets.










Looking forward to reading your treasures this week! Love you guys. Take care of yourselves and your people. ❤️
Hey, friends! It’s been many weeks since I posted last, though I’ve creeped on the comments a bit each week. I’ve just been TIRED. The holidays were nice—my first married Christmas! first time staying home all day on Christmas! I made a plum pudding and set it on fire!—but they also made me sad. I’ve not seen my brother and his family since last Christmas and my favorite yearly gathering with my cousins couldn’t happen, either. The last month or so has just been such a blur of emotions and that, combined with the neverending gray Midwestern skies, just leads to feeling worn out. My ability to output has been minimal.
There have been some treasures:
*The aforementioned plum pudding was such a fun and strange adventure—trying to find a box of suet in America is not an easy feat.
*My therapist and I decided that I’m at a place in my eating disorder recovery where I can begin lifting weights again, and it feels SO GOOD to be working toward strength again.
*I got my husband an ice cream maker for Christmas and 😳😳😳😳😳😳 it.is.life-changing.ice.cream. I will never go back to store bought.
*My husband and I have been reading “A Wise Man’s Fear” by Patrick Rothfuss (#2 in Kingkiller Chronicles) together, which just means we lay in bed and each read from our own book and since we read at about the same pace, we are reading the same chapters each night. We’ve decided it’s like watching a show together, and it’s been de-light-ful.
I’m grateful for the consistency of this community, even when I’m not in full participation mode. I think of you all and pray for you and hope you’re finding small ways to defiantly survive and thrive in this very strange time to be alive. I will end on that I advert at rhyme. 😆❤️
I'm commenting, it's the third week in a row! Woo!!
I do NOT stick with things long term, so I'm pretty proud of myself for showing up, yay me!
My Treasures this week include:
My husband noticed I was having what he has deemed PPS (Pre Period Symptoms), wisely picked up a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream during the dairy run this week, and I realized mint chocolate chip is the best ice cream. I know y'all will push back, and while any variation of chocolate peanut butter puts up a good fight, mint wins it for me every time.
We sent my sister a specific fantasy book she had been asking for for Christmas, and she actually texted me thanking me because she was really getting into it. Curious, I checked it out for myself, read it WAY too fast, and had an amazing conversation with her about it. That was a treat for me because she's 14 years younger than me and we do not really connect much, as I'm an old married lady with small children and she's a hip college girl that sometimes stays up until 5 am to watch YouTube (this is a true fact...what a flex!). The book we both read and loved is called Girl Serpent Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust and I highly recommend it!
And yesterday two of my children got up earlier than the third. When she finally came stumbling out, and I started the general herding of small people back to their bedroom to get dressed, they had a spontaneous tiny group hug in the middle of the hall, full of giggles and baby cheeks and it gave me such hope for the world.
As I'm typing this in the suburbs of Chicago, it's snowing, which is my absolute favorite weather, and I'm about to go make some hot chocolate coffee - truly the only way to make coffee on a Friday morning in winter. Happy Weekend Lil Swipes, or as my husband calls y'all Swippies (no clue, but apparently I talk about y'all way too much!).