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Rotting rats and Reconciliation

Confessional

JUST after 11pm, we heard a snap, a crunch and a few feeble squeaks. I looked at my housemate, whose face was white. “Was that?” I whispered. She nodded, looking faintly ill. Both of us are vegetarians and despite being on excellent terms with most of the Australian wildlife that wanders through our backyard – we’re not huge fans of ... Read More »

A Mary heart in a Martha world

mary heart

IT’S glamorous to have no time. As semester one kicks into gear and the to-do list lengthens by the day, I find myself back in a wrestling match with the ghost of hyper-productive 16-year-old Kate. That Kate, heading into a chaotically busy final year of high school, was posed a question by a wise redhead: “What is the most important ... Read More »

How to be a single Catholic

singleness

YOU know those movies that you really wish you hated, but secretly enjoy way more than you ought to? I went into How to Be Single fully prepared to despise it, but emerged peculiarly inspired. The film was as shallow and rude as I expected it to be, and of the options it presented for living your single years – ... Read More »

Being attentive to the bigger picture

pray the examen

NOTICE the colour purple. The phrase caught my intrigue halfway down a list of resolutions in Gretchen Rubin’s book The Happiness Project. I’m not particularly fond of purple, but the unconventional mandate velcroed itself to my mind. Occasionally on the bus to university, I’ll remember the phrase, notice something purple, and struggle to resist a self-congratulatory smile. Purple makes me ... Read More »

Running the race of life

running the race

MY career as a cross-country runner was never really destined to succeed. I began running after deciding against any sport involving foot-eye co-ordination – “I do like soccer, Daddy, it’s just the part about kicking the ball I don’t like!” – but the biggest drawcard for cross-country was the high chance of seeing wild rabbits in the forest. When I ... Read More »

What Skype taught me about the gaze of Christ

Eye gaze

HUDDLED in a sodden tent with my best friend’s family, wind howling like a ravenous dog on the shoreline, I was pretty sure I’d never see my parents again. At age nine, I hadn’t yet realised that rain doesn’t cause tsunamis, and so it only took about four seconds for the first bolt of lightning across the sea to convince ... Read More »

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