A postcard for my arrival to seminary,
when I finally flooded a quarantined part of this parched soul,
with the possibilities and questions of
and God’s gender.
A postcard to remind myself not all places are like this island I’ve created;
not all wanders find co-travelers
who care this deeply about their mind, body and soul;
not everyone debates the divinity of Christ while bar hopping with friends.
May I enjoy it while I can.
— Section from my piece “Cedars and Postcards,” dedicated to my seminary family.