So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen…

I’ve been noticeably absent from this blog for over a year now. When I began writing here I was lonely, struggling with depression, and worried I’d never get back into university after a rough time at Belmont Abbey caused me to drop out of school. 

Since 2012, I returned to school at a new university, I fell in love, I got married to a wonderful man, and I’ve been living the last couple months in the United Kingdom on an exchange program with my husband. I’ll return to North Carolina to graduate this May. 

I think it’s finally time to retire The Dappled Things instead of leaving it all hanging. 

I’m starting a new blog on tumblr soon, so feel free to find me. 


Beautiful spring flowers at New College, Oxford

A Corpus Christi Procession in Artois, by Jules Breton
I’m baaaaack

My beautiful husband left for England today, and I won’t be following until late August. So here I am!

God is the indwelling and not the transient cause of all things. All things which are, are in God. Besides God there can be no substance, that is, nothing in itself external to God.
Benedict Spinoza (via sleepinginthegreenery)

(Source: blackadiaphane, via reblooged)

Vespers and Holy Communion at St. Mark’s, Lumberton
Why I hate Father Z and think traditional Catholics are a bunch of nutcases. These are the people who read and follow him.
Protestants seem to think that Catholics have added on to what the early Church believed; Catholics retort that Protestants have taken away from what the early Church believed. I am sort of starting to think, just from my own religious anthropological investigations, that perhaps no one believes what the early Church believed, and that is perhaps not such a bad thing. The Shepherd of Hermas? Millenarianism? People speaking in tongues and St. Peter making people drop dead just for “lying on their tax returns”? Seven years canonical penance for adultery? And that is just from the paltry documental evidence we know about. Who knows what those first assemblies of believers were really like? Newman quipped that to be deep in history is to cease to be Protestant. I reply that to be deeper in history is to cease to be anything. And pace Newman, to have changed often does not mean that one is perfect. It merely means that one is mortal.
Arturo Vasquez