My grandfather is playing psalms on the out of tune organ downstairs. I'm about to depart for a walk. Happy Sunday everyone, may your day be as blessed as mine☀️

Herbert’s poem “Prayer” stuns me every time.

Jacques & Raïssa are absolute couple goals btw - the poet wife/academic husband combination we all want💫

St Andrews this evening - still can't believe it took until my 22nd year for me to discover I'm a coastal child at heart 🌊

Writing about Hadewijch from Scotland is just endless homesickness - urgent desire to pack up my life & move to Antwerp

Poetry is not, in itself, our salvation, but there is a great good coming that delights to work in secondary causes, and it has revealed itself as the Word.

So a week later my best friend turns up to a study day with the book - we had a good laugh. Sometimes you already have the friends you're looking for❤️

The Dutch are the superior German-English hybrid but neither of these countries are ready for that conversation

Thesis: wrote 13,000 words in the past week for a section which should merely include 7,000. Must stop doing this. Cutting is a nightmare✂️

The worst part is that my diss is only meant to be 15,000 words, so I essentially accidentally wrote the entire thing🙃

Encountering the religious Catholic: initial exhilaration that they are religious, consequent despair that they will dump you to enter monastery instead