Franciscan Life
Franciscan life is a love story — with God, with the poor, with the earth, with the stranger. Rooted in the spirit of Francis and Clare of Assisi, these posts explore what it means to embrace simplicity, kinship, and courageous countercultural choices in a world that constantly pushes the other direction. From returning land to Indigenous communities to the spirituality of dumpster diving to what the feast of St. Francis has to teach us today, this is a space for anyone drawn to the Franciscan way — whether you’ve taken vows or are just beginning to feel its pull.

An Advent Reflection on Pigeons
This Advent, I’m reflecting on pigeons and finding an odd comfort in envisioning the Holy Spirit as a city bird. The violence of poverty in…
Melody Gee: Conversion and Community
Episode 85 of Messy Jesus Business podcast, with Sister Julia Walsh. Podcast: Play in new window | Download Subscribe: Email | RSS | More “Sometimes [conversion] just felt so hard to do. I…
Unexpected Signs of Hope
Marigolds have unexpectedly become a symbol of hope for me in this bleak moment where we find ourselves, as a church and as a country…
Sister Norma Pimentel, MJ: Courage at the Border
Episode 84 of Messy Jesus Business podcast, with Sister Julia Walsh. Podcast: Play in new window | Download Subscribe: Email | RSS | More ” Once they enter our [Humanitarian Respite Center for…
For Love of the Broken Body Reviewed in NCR
Sister Julia’s spiritual memoir, For Love of the Broken Body, was reviewed this fall by Bethany Welch at the National Catholic Reporter. “With zeal and…
All You Touch, You Change
In light of a second Trump term, I’m turning to writers and artists who live their values through their art. I seek inspiration and sustenance…
Lydia Wylie-Kellermann: Embodiment and Environment
Episode 83 of Messy Jesus Business podcast, with Sister Julia Walsh. Podcast: Play in new window | Download Subscribe: Email | RSS | More “I think so many of us are holding anxiety…
Loved to Excess
As I was cleaning dishes at the kitchen sink, I overheard my 5-year-old daughter talking to my 2-year-old son. They were sitting at our little…
