Learning to write in the tropics

I have a stomach bug....and so was scrolling in one of those moments in which I was awake. Right before getting sick, I submitted a paper on Edith Stein's concept of woman. My own question: "How can we create a world in which woman can be woman, however thy choose to be woman, and also participate actively in the world as woman?" had led me to this paper. Stein's had been credited with writing about complementarity but reading her original lecture on the topic revealed that there was more to her writing than that.  This is largely to do with the difficulty of translating from German into English in a way that picks up the nuances of the German language in an English that has fewer words to express the same thing. For Stein, women and men had the same capacities, could study the same subjects and do the same jobs. At the same time, individuality came through, that too was part of human nature. For her the notions of Act and Potency, which she read in Aquinas were centr

Today is the feast day of Edith Stein: St Teresa Benedicta of the Cross. Today I am meant to be finishing up an article about her. Today is the day the heat is undoing me. So I napped and woke up to this nagging that I need to finish writing this here post about something that has been bothering me over this past summer. Partly it was reading this here  post about Edith Stein, which is a biography about her. In her pursuit of Truth (of God himself who is Truth itself) she was led by the hand through different writings: Thomas Aquinas, Ignatius of Loyola, and Teresa of Avila. She was not prejudiced rather she let herself be led by the saints on her own path to sainthood.  We would do well to emulate her. __________________post on what has been nagging me: a bit of a churchy rant_____________ Over the past year life has brought me back in touch with people I had not spoken to in many years, many of them from or living in Spain. While I have visited Spain in these years I had mainly met