Author: Jessica Gazzola

• Life After Birth by Útmutató a Léleknek

  In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.” “Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What…

  February 21, 2015

• I’m trying to just “Let it go!”

  “It’s funny how some distance makes everything seem small.”  Queen Elsa When Frozen hit the box office and smashed it to smithereens, I went into austerity mode.  “My daughter must not see it!” I thought.  “I don’t want her walking like a Disney princess, talking like a Disney princess, being needy and codependent like a…

  February 16, 2015

• When I’m Sad

  I had so many sweet, sensitive pieces echoing inside my head to write for Valentine’s Day weekend. I ate a lot of frosting. This is what came out. It’s real. Honesty is sacred. Happy Valentine’s Day When I’m sad I try not to show it.  I say, “I didn’t get enough sleep” or, “I’m stressed,”…

  February 14, 2015

• Winter ecstasy

  “And don’t think the garden has lost its ecstasy in winter.  It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.” Rumi

  February 11, 2015

• Being a Woman, Being Human: Part I

   “I always feel better about myself when I think of myself as a human before I think of myself as a woman,” she explains, “because there are expectations attached to being a girl or a woman that, when I remember that I’m just a person, really kind of fall away.” Tavi Gevinson, founder of Rookie,…

  February 7, 2015

• Crawling

  My third baby is now crawling.  As a mother of two who have already crossed the threshold into this perilous stage I did not wish for or encourage it, but through it Amos sailed… and then immediately and repeatedly face planted on the other side.  Even though mobility means more tears and bruises for him…

  February 3, 2015

• a priest at the altar of my own life

  I occasionally stand at an Altar to call a community to gather.  There we are invited to lay down our gifts, our stories, our lives.  We consecrate bread and wine, asking Spirit to transform what seems dead into something living and new.  When I stand at the Altar, life is held suspended in mid-air and…

  January 30, 2015