Sometimes I come across a piece that speaks to the quiet, everyday moments we often overlook—details that stick in your memory long after the day is done. That’s what a re-blog is here at Veni, vidi, scripsi: sharing something I find meaningful, thoughtful, or inspiring, so you can experience it too. In this post, aContinueContinue reading “Re-Blog: The Sound of Footsteps and Autumn Air”
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Light in Darkness: Remembering 9/11
Author’s Note: I wrote this before the shocking news of the murder of Charlie Kirk, which reminds me how fragile life is; as we remember 9/11, may we lean into the light that shines through even the darkest days. September 11 returns each year, a solemn weight in our collective memory. Nearly a quarter-century later,ContinueContinue reading “Light in Darkness: Remembering 9/11”
Bad Moon Rising and the 8-Track Sounds of Childhood
I can still conjure it—the family’s tobacco-brown Pontiac Bonneville, the smell of leather warm from the mid-day sun, dashboard gleaming with chrome, at that age when I was still small enough to straddle the transmission hump. I felt part of the whole ride—the road ahead, the hum of the engine mingling with the faint whisperContinueContinue reading “Bad Moon Rising and the 8-Track Sounds of Childhood”
J. R. R. Tolkien Remembered: When the Last Ship Departed the Grey Havens
On September 2, 1973, J. R. R. Tolkien died in Bournemouth (a seaside town on the southern coast of England) at the age of eighty-one. The New York Times remembered him the next day as a “linguist, scholar and author of The Lord of the Rings,” a man who cast “a spell over tens of thousands of AmericansContinueContinue reading “J. R. R. Tolkien Remembered: When the Last Ship Departed the Grey Havens”
An Ordinary Love, Lifted into Song
Back in the 1980s, chasing U2’s spark led me to Clannad, whose music wove Ireland’s ancient roots into something fresh. Their duet with Bono, “In a Lifetime,” caught me in a spell, Moya Brennan’s voice like a breeze carrying secrets from another world. Without knowing a word of Irish Gaelic, I was enchanted, drawn intoContinueContinue reading “An Ordinary Love, Lifted into Song”
Veni, Vidi, Scripsi 