Callie Feyen

Doubt is uncomfortable. It is sad and scary. It often feels lonely. But doubt is observable, too. If I can put myself in an observable, curious state, doubt will show me a story. Every day I read one entry from Daily Rituals: How Artists Work edited and with text by Mason Currey. Every day is another pep talk sharing how… View Post

A piece I wrote for my church’s monthly newsletter: Recently, I attended a bat mitzvah, a ceremony I have not been a guest at since 1989 when Mollie Bass had her bar mitzvah. Funny enough, I remember precisely what I wore and that there was dancing, but I don’t remember what my fourteen-year-old self would’ve called, “the serious stuff.” This… View Post

Jesse and I, we went to Lexington, Kentucky for a few days this summer. We found and drank some good bourbon. We found a coffee shop with a sign that read, “Muggles Tolerated.” We found an Irish store the size of a leprechaun and I looked at Fishermen sweaters and we bought a bag of soda bread mix with a… View Post

I gave the closing prayer for Session on Wednesday evening, and it went like this: More than New Years, it is the anticipation of September that has me inhaling the sweet smell of a freshly sharpened No. 2 pencil and considering all the plans I have for my one wild and precious life. I will learn to dance on pointe,… View Post

I’m interested in staying in this story about Eve and Mary and Jesus and Judas and the rest of them. I’m willing to wrestle and doubt and consider grace. I believe in this insane story about a Being that is bursting with love all there is to do is create and create and create and set it all loose and… View Post