HeyJaredTaylor Parra and The Still Room
Seasonal essays from The Still Room, tending beauty, faith, story and the unseen work in everyday lives.
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We Cannot Help but Make Merry in the Sight of Death! (opens the original)
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Someone asked me recently, “What do you do with the dread, fear, and all the unknown?”I did not know how to answer. Mind you, I know what could be said or should be said. The right answer was a weight on my tongue, and I could heave it into the inbox of this person, whom I have never met. I paused. This question—this is the black-and-white boulder of an inquiry I too have been staring at for years now, just hoping it doesn’t come loose and crush me.So perhaps this is my way of answering, which i
A Liturgy for the Autumnal Equinox (opens the original)
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The equinox can easily go without a candle lit or a nod to usher her in. We have been give two days a year where light and dark are balanced, springtide and autumn coming, where we find ourselves now. There is a whisper on the wind to slow and know the season.This is a small token for the turn. Included there a downloadable and printable page that perhaps you will tuck this in your Still Book, start a new tradition with those under your roof. I have invited Alyssa with Hobbit Homemaking to join
On Still Books (opens the original)
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A NOTE: My Still Book lives at the Still Room table. Also called a receipt book in older times, it is where the lady of the house would keep her ledger, notes, recipes, reminders, and the like. Lately, in mine, I have been tucking correspondence from friends that have kindly sent letters and art; small gifts, book lists!Never in my life did I think that friends (some of whom I have never met) would be kind enough to send tokens, well wishes, and so on… all I had to do was break my ankle (in a ba
Liminal Lammastide (opens the original)
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I utter the familiar prayer for a kingdom to come, and in the next breath I ask for daily bread. In breathing, I am a mix ordinary and extraordinary, something of natural and super natural, of of this earth and also of another.The beginning goes:Our Father, who art in heaven,Hallowed be thy name.Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.Give us this day our daily bread.1LammasLammas is a small mystery within a series of ha
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