Hi friends, this blog is moving platforms!
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I’ll be writing a longer form piece each week on fridays, as well as publishing monday poetry and midweek inspiration.
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It has been raining for days. Streams flow from the mountain tops and flood the roads. So far, Shekina Garden (next to the river) hasn’t flooded again.
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“We have a lot of kids,” I say to Chinua after we pick Kai up. The car is full of them, and this is so literal, in the space sense. Our car is full of our family.
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:: part seven ::
You will find that you can do the same- you can move toward others in love, even knowing that you can’t always understand all of what they are going through or what they decide, knowing it is not your job to understand everything. That is the work that they do with God in their own souls.
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:: part 4 ::
I am of course writing these things for myself, attempting to teach myself things about being a human that I have been mulling over for years.
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:: part 3 ::
All of this leads to relationship. Relationship to the world around you and to the people in it, a way to live a sacred life that dignifies and sees others.
But there is an order to all of this. There are the secret things. There are the things you share, the stories you tell. There are the things you try to say but can never quite communicate.
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Right now, I am taking inspiration from the red cotton tree, which flowers after its leaves fall, when it has nothing left but gray branches. I do not know what this means, or if it means anything, but Jesus said, “consider the flowers,” so here I am, looking at this big tree, driving around the valley to find the ones I love. I know it is a place to rest the eyes. I know people gather the flowers for food.
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Morning like a glass of clear water. I take the first sip. Everything has become a poem, lately, even sleeping, which feels like being curled on the forest floor with creatures coming by to investigate what or who I am.
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Hi! I’m emerging from the beautiful haze of Christmas to write about it, after a week of preparation and then the days themselves:
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Rain comes in quickly, almost instantly, first as damp wind and then water gusting, sheeting, pouring, drenching. The power goes out and the kids stampede upstairs to play in Isaac’s room.
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Over the last few days, my heart and mind have been full of thoughts and emotions about saying goodbye to our firstborn.
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Hello!
Is there a word for coordinating one’s daughter’s monthly orthodontic work in a city that is three hours away, over mountains, across provincial lines?
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