I’m going to try a little experiment with this journal. They are called fragments. To borrow Christine Castro’s word with a slightly different definition:
Fragments are “skinny slivers of life sliced and stored”: moments of captured thoughts and words that surprised me because they came out of my mouth, or at least into my head.
I will not take credit for these words. I do not claim originality of thought. They are ruminations and synthesis of other people’s words, glued together to seek another arrow of insight, hopefully guided by the Holy Spirit.