My name is Connor Gwin.
I’m an Episcopal priest serving as the Chaplain at Stuart Hall School. I also work as the Canon for Social Engagement and Young Adult Formation in the Diocese of Southwestern Virginia. I am the founder and director of the Aidan Community.
I enjoy writing, reading poetry, and playing with my 12-year-old rescue dog, Jackson.
My wife Emma and I live in Staunton, Virginia with our infant daughter.
Follow me on Twitter (@RevConnorGwin).
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Loved your presentation at lynchburg convocation! Best of luck! Will be praying for you!
I read The Ubiquity of Grief on Mockingbird. It was just wonderful. According to my math you’re only 26, is that possible?? So bright and deep and learned to be such a young fellow. And far too young to have lost both parents, so sorry about that. I too read that book about tidying up and dialoguing a great deal with your belongings so your mention made me laugh. I just couldn’t do that – maybe that’s why it didn’t work for me. But the paragraph where you talk about grieving never stopping, grieving the shattered expectations for our lives – I have a progressive movement disorder and every few years I incur a new loss and have something new to grieve. One year I can’t drink from a cup all of a sudden, the next year I can’t put my lipstick on. All of a sudden people are asking me if I need help and I hate that. My sister and brother and I had a falling out a few years ago over family money, such a little bit of money… Now no one’s speaking to anyone. So sad, so unnecessary. And many other hurts of life. But if I did not have my belief in God I would be utterly lost, and with it I have hope and a great deal of it, and joy as well. Thank you for such a excellent article.
I read The Ubiquity of Grief on Mockingbird. It was just wonderful. According to my math you’re only 26, is that possible?? So bright and deep and learned to be such a young fellow. And far too young to have lost both parents, so sorry about that. I too read that book about tidying up and dialoguing a great deal with your belongings so your mention made me laugh. I just couldn’t do that – maybe that’s why it didn’t work for me. But the paragraph where you talk about grieving never stopping, grieving the shattered expectations for our lives – I have a progressive movement disorder and every few years I incur a new loss and have something new to grieve. One year I can’t drink from a cup all of a sudden, the next year I can’t put my lipstick on. All of a sudden people are asking me if I need help and I hate that. My sister and brother and I had a falling out a few years ago over family money, such a little bit of money… Now no one’s speaking to anyone. So sad, so unnecessary. And many other hurts of life. But if I did not have my belief in God I would be utterly lost, and with it I have hope and a great deal of it, and joy as well