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let's live
“If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.” ~John Keats Poetry, life and love can be so easy when we allow them to be. Let’s allow it. Let’s lie in a field of buttercups watching the clouds and wiggling our toes and let the…
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us i am slow to embrace this word it feels confining i don’t trust it i fear that i will be swallowed up in the “u” and chained to the “s” with you the “u” feels undulating the “s” safe i see nothing in your hands or heart to hurt me i see only the…
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moments we never forget
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wound tending
I cut myself yesterday at a party. My daughter came over and blotted my sliced knee with a paper towel, dabbing gently. It was very dear. We asked the hostess if she had any bandaids. She came back with them along with some antibacterial cream. As she dabbed at my cuts, I thanked her for…
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the tangled questions
When I probe into the tangled questions in my heart and examine the underbelly of it all, I feel like I cannot bear to look anymore. I feel like I cannot breathe. Then a friend comes a long and tells me how brave I am and how much I inspire her or how much she…
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faith | grace | healing | inspiration | love | mystery | photography | quoteslet’s find each other
Life is complicated, isn’t it? Recently, I was working at the front desk at work, a co-working space in Seattle. An elderly lady was sitting in stillness for almost two hours in the sunlight, her veined hands endlessly turning a brochure over and over. A half hour before closing, I decided to check on her….
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