Musings
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We’re doing this
Well, I promised myself I would never do this. Here I am. In the next months…
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a cup of kindness
What do a line of ants in 1930, South Africa, have to do with the cup…
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haruki murakami, van gogh, and patience
Is there a word expressing that feeling, the moment you touch a wet brush to a…
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monarch wings and fuzzy things
“What do you know?” “Nothing. Except that marigolds sing, not to touch every fuzzy thing, and…
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thoughts on deconstruction
What am I doing here? at some point, this question hits all of us. (It comes…
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the price of a human heart (fourteen years in iron shoes #2)
Love blesses you, too, as a daughter, as a son, made in the image of a…
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fourteen years in iron shoes #1
Sometimes words land on your palm and you tilt your hand forward, gentle, and let them…
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the path to wholeness
How do we become shining, joy-filled creatures? By walking the same path over and over and…
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When words hunt you
It is funny how they come. We string together abstract symbols and call them “sentences”. Pencil…
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Finding love in the struggle: a July day in Canada
The black asphalt, newly-laid, burns in the evening July sun, filling the air with a scorching…