meg burke

It's been a year since I began reflecting on memoires that have stirred my sympathy, and I hope to share more in the year ahead. I’ve read Azar Nafisi’s “Reading Lolita in Tehran” three times now. (I still haven’t read “Lolita” which is probably another topic!) Perhaps I keep returning because the memoire centres around hospitality and community, a group of students the author welcomes into her home to enjoy books, coffee, pastries and companionship. Beauty and belonging rad

Recently I’ve come across a few books which have made me feel seen in aspects of my life and longings. I suspect it’s not incidental that these authors have experienced enduring health issues, something that has shaped my life these past few years in ways I’m still trying to understand. “This Homeward Ache” by Amy Baik Lee is on living with a view to the restoration God is bringing about, a future that doesn’t diminish the beauty of here and now, but is manifest in it. She we

So where’s the belonging, you may ask? I’ve written more about beauty here, possibly because this has seemed safer, less exposed and vulnerable. I recognize my inclination to hide behind other peoples’ thoughts, art, stories. Maybe I’m about to do this again. Photo by Ioann-Mark Kuznietsov on Unsplash Lately I’ve been encouraged by Elizabeth Oldfield, her discussions on attending well and charitably navigating difference - rather needed in the current political climate on b