Everything starts here… The Way Back to Ourselves Literary Journal is proud to announce our SPRING Collection 2025: IN HIS GARDEN, which will be published in APRIL of 2025. Submissions will open Feb. 1-March 1, 2025. Come learn more about our theme and details. Questions? Email us at thewayback2ourselves@gmail.com. We’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to submit your literary journal entries to our new email during the submission window only: editor.twbto@gmail.com.

Stepping into the stately restored mansion, I noticed an uncomfortable increase in my heart rate as I took in the group of women standing before me in the foyer. We were gathered at a day retreat for healing from emotional and sexual wounds—not a luxurious spa day, unfortunately. Feeling uneasy, I sensed physiological signs of resistance to the painful subject at hand arising within me, so I grabbed my name tag as a distraction before the host started the introductions. It had been eight years since my first support group, so I was by no means new to gathering with others in a healing space. Yet still, I could hear the voice of shame nagging at me in those first awkward moments of greeting.

Have you ever taken the time to think about time itself? My apologies for the existential question so early in the year, but I think it is an important one. At the beginning of a new year, we seem to be more aware of the time we have or wish we had, so we begin to make goals or New Year’s Resolutions based on how we would like to spend the 168 hours we get each week. Spend… There is an economic energy to our relationship with time, isn’t there? Even the words we use to describe our use of time reminds us of currency and consumerism. We always say we never have enough time—because we are always hustling for more—and we fool ourselves into thinking that next month things will slow down. But let’s be honest: Things rarely slow down. 

The new year is upon us, and everywhere I look, slogans are telling me to finish the year “strong” or to start the new year “right.” And then there are some who—and thank God for them—are reminding our weary souls that we can end this year or start the new year “soft,” if we need to. I must say, I really appreciate that sentiment with the year we’ve had! But, as I contemplate the many messages we are receiving now, as we do every year, I feel myself wanting to dig deeper and beyond these cultural sentiments.

There is something about the Advent season that brings to mind the complex interplay of light and dark. As I enter the week of Christmas, after a hard year of my own grief, I am thinking again about what the Light really means to us in our darkness, and it reminds me of an art class I took during my final semester of college. This class also happened to be during the same time my body and mind began to process a really hard situation I walked through the previous spring. In the midst of my depression and darkness, I didn’t realize how much that art class would transform the way I see the world. 

I have entered the season of Advent in a cloud of confusion and disillusionment. Hobbling toward Christmas, I feel as though a swarm of gnats is swirling around my head, my body, my very essence. For reasons I can neither see nor discern, I feel like I am being shaken upside down for my lunch money. Here—with my ankles to the heavens and my sense of identity falling all around my head like the lint and loose change from my pockets—I scan the sky for the Light and wonder why it still feels so dark. 

Not too long ago, amid the gentle light of the Advent candles, I found myself aching with remembrance. Sorrow from years of grief called forth by the light limned the halls of my memory with a cold shame I could not shake. Instead of basking in the joy we often expect to feel during the Christmas season, I grieved the ruins of my life—my heart gripped by lament—wondering if God’s promised Light could ever restore the desolation. In this space, God reminded me of the miracle of light sent to his people before the coming of the True Light we celebrate at Advent, a miracle that met God’s people in the ruins, just as it would meet me many years later.

Just last week, God met me in the most unexpected way. I was stirring our bubbling oatmeal as my husband reported the headlines about war escalating overseas and looming snow squalls. Noting his weary face, I imagined mine as weary too, but from somewhere deep within and without, the Spirit enthused my heart. As I looked out the kitchen window, I saw a radiant light beam through the back-wood trees, and I said to my husband, "We will see the sunrise tomorrow, here, or in Heaven." In this somber moment–where there were wars and rumors of wars–our only comfort was the beautiful assurance that, as believers in Jesus Christ, we would wake up tomorrow, either here or in Heaven, in the loving embrace of our Savior. 

I grew up with the inherited belief that details of our family stories should never be shared. To bring personal matters into the light only made room for judgement and gossip. Dark truths needed to be swept under the rug where they belonged. As a writer and in protest to this harmful belief system, I’ve combed for whatever light there is in my story, and I pray it comforts others.  

It’s December 1st. My husband, daughter, and I are making our way back to Ohio after a lovely Thanksgiving weekend spent with my in-laws. You’d expect me to be happy–and I am–yet I can’t help but notice the invasive darkness on the road before us. How it surrounds me, hangs low over me, and reminds me of realities I can’t shake. 

I often wonder about Mary and the tiny nativity she carried in her womb—long before the world embraced her son. I think about Mary, as she gave birth to the Light of the world in a humble burrow in a far-off place—long before she could fully comprehend the gravity of her calling. And I sometimes imagine what it must have felt like for Mary to raise the Son of God as her child—long before she could fathom the darkness she would soon endure because of his destiny.

COMING SOON… The Way Back to Ourselves is honored to present our Advent series at the blog, A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. Join us throughout the month of December as we make the journey toward Christmas and draw ever near to Christ’s eternal LIGHT. Enjoy powerful and personal essays from Rosa Gilbert, Kristine Amundrud, Donna Bucher, Deborah Rutherford, Heather Lobe Johnson, and Deidre Braley, as they collectively delve into the depths of the human experience and exalt the shining LIGHT of our Savior. We can’t wait to worship in word and wonder with you, so please bookmark this blog so you can return to it in the coming days. It is our hope and prayer that this offering meets you exactly where you are and helps shine Christ’s healing light in your darkest spaces.

Expectations. Do you know that our life is built on them? Think about this for a minute. The moment our feet hit the floor each morning, we enter the realm of expectations. We expect our morning routine to go as usual without interruptions and surprises; we expect our bodies to function as they should; we expect the sun to rise and the kids to behave. We go through the day, expecting to manage our daily tasks and perhaps the day to run smoothly. We expect people to do what they say and keep their promises, at least most of the time. We expect our partners to love us and give us their attention and affection; we expect our friends to be there for us when we need them.

The Way Back to Ourselves is excited to present our feature series, The Artist’s Interview. Each quarter, we talk with amazing creatives about life, faith, art, and everything in between. Check out this interview with Joel Adcock, writer, artist, and musician. Joel is full of authenticity, earthiness, and wisdom. He makes the Gospel accessible with his honest and invitational approach, and he also knows a thing or two about staying faithful throughout the inevitable suffering we face in life. You don’t want to miss this interview, where contributor Steve Veasey and Joel dive deep into life, faith, and the experiences (and artists) who shape us.

When I packed my bag for the Cultivate Retreat, I made sure to bring shorts (for hiking the nearby mountains), a dress (to wear to the professional headshot Mariana Herrera Mosli had so kindly gifted attendees), my pill organizer (containing my various chronic illness treatments), and, against my own will, I packed my nerves (in case of rejection). My chest was tight as I examined and re-examined my suitcase. I was totally prepared, worries and all. There were eleven hours of driving between my little family and Winston-Salem, North Carolina, so I had plenty of time to go over every single worst-case scenario. Just past midnight, the journey began. 

It’s hard to believe that just over two weeks ago, I was at a retreat in Winston-Salem surrounded by faithful creatives I had previously only known on Instagram. I feel like I’m still recovering from meeting some of my favorite people online in person. I’ve been sharing my poetry on Instagram for almost four years. Lately, though, I have been struggling to understand my purpose in a space that sometimes feels more like a product of late-stage capitalism than an interconnected community for creatives.

The Way Back to Ourselves Literary Journal is proud to announce our FALL Collection 2024: THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS, which will be published in November of.2024. Submissions will open September 1-October 1, 2024. Come learn more about our theme, and details. Questions? Email us at thewayback2ourselves@gmail.com. We’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to submit your literary journal entries to our new email during the submission window only: editor.twbto@gmail.com.

The Way Back to Ourselves is EXCITED to announce our FIRST-EVER workshop, The Cultivate Retreat. Come join us June 22-23 in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, for a BEAUTIFUL weekend of learning, healing, community, and creativity.

The Way Back to Ourselves is EXCITED to announce our FIFTH workshop, The Poetry Hour: Get Writing, Get Published! Come join us for a night of learning, community, and creativity. We will be teaching you powerful craft hacks for your writing, along with how to publish independently, traditionally, and in journals/magazines. Join us May 14, 2024, at 8:30 p.m. EST. Register NOW! Seats are limited. Questions? Email us at thewayback2ourselves@gmail.com. We’d love to hear from you! Can’t wait to SEE you again! YOU BELONG HERE.

The Way Back to Ourselves is excited to present our feature series, The Artist’s Interview. Each month, we talk with amazing creatives about life, faith, art, and everything in between. Check out this interview with Alexa Johansen, writer, founder, and publisher at GoldScriptCo.com. Alexa is full of faith, passion, and drive as she pursues her Gold-shaped dream and helps other creatives just like her do the same. You don’t want to miss this interview, where we talk about her journey to founding GoldScriptCo, her doctoral experiences, and practical ways faithful creatives can chase their dreams and honor God’s call in their lives.