Why God and why the sock drawer?
Hi there! Welcome to my humble corner of the internet :)
After college, I was craving the chance to write something other than nursing notes, discharge plans, and safety reports. I missed my medical humanities classes where I could write about ethics and wax philosophical on what it means to ‘care’ in this day and age. I missed the theology and English classes I took for fun. I missed the reflective spaces, where I could be vulnerable, messy, and still collect my thoughts. Don’t get me wrong, my journal(s) are still getting their miles in these days; however, there is something so different from journaling and writing for any level of public consumption (aka probably just my mom who will be my one subscriber). I like collecting my thoughts and getting to revise them and getting to grow with whatever I’m writing. Truth be told, I think having this space comforts my English major self in an alternate universe (or maybe this universe! Who knows? We’re still young).
As for the title of my blog - it’s a phrase from the poem I think love is something that happens to other people by Michael Gray. It’s stuck with me ever since then as a beautiful illustration of what finding meaning in this mess called life is really like. How the little things are what matter most, and that’s what makes them the big things. (In fact, it’s such a good metaphor, I can hardly find the words to describe all that it means to me. Perhaps we’ll uncover more some day).
Either way, it reminds me to look for God, whatever that may be, every day - God as the divine, as Mother Nature, as love, as fate, as pain + suffering, as hope, as joy, as weird coincidences we can’t explain, as justice, as sorrow, as compassion, and most of all, as the things in life that make our hearts feel like there might just be something to all this. And to think, that could be in your sock drawer… kinda exciting, right?
I’m gonna try to remember this next time I don’t want to do laundry.
thanks for reading + sending love,
Dev <3
