I had a professor in college who said if he could fund one project, it would be a “Manresa” year for all those needing space for discernment. After being wounded in battle around 1521, St. Ignatius underwent a spiritual conversion during his healing. A cornerstone of this experience was his time in Manresa, Spain, where he prayed intensely – often for entire days in a remote cave.
While I’m not planning any extended cave-stays, this blog is my Manresa.
As I take a year to discern, ponder, read and create, I hope that this will be a place of conversation, sharing and discovery.
Note: every fiber of my being is fighting ‘blogging.’ Could I be any more cliche? “Oh hey, I’m in a late-20s malaise and now I will force myself onto others via the internet because my middle class 90s upbringing has told me I am a special, unique snowflake.”
But, as Ze Frank says, “there’s no need to sharpen my pencils anymore, my pencils are sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark…Warts and all, let’s start this shit up.”