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Just write.
Write what you know.I was standing in the kitchen yesterday, leaning over the sink with my back to the boys. Little rivers of peach juice ran down my arms as I savored in a moment of quiet my favorite...
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"The very flight of birds is a writing waiting to be read."-Leigh Ann Henion, Phenomenal
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The Work We Never See
A few days ago I was standing in a dark room watching a monitor display images of my son's heart. His eight year old body, lying on his side with wires attached to his chest. He held so still, and I...
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"We enter into a family story, and then other stories based on tribal clans, on tribal towns and nations, lands, countries, planetary systems, and universes. Yet we each have our own individual soul...
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"The doors to the world of the wild self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you...
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This Morning
I stepped outside this morning to empty the compost bin. An inhale of cold air and the feel of frigid concrete on my bare feet awakened my senses before I even turned on my espresso machine. I looked...
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One Breath at a Time
I've been staying away from words, from language. Death recently came to my door and left me gutted, broken, touching everything and anything with stark eyes and shocked heart. To explain this loss is...
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Each and Every
The albums on my mother's shelves are full of family photographs. But also other things. A starling with a crooked beak. A day of hoarfrost and smoke. A cherry tree thick with blossom. Thunderclouds,...
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There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of...
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Sunday morning. January 24th. Windows in front of my desk open, warm sunlight crisp as a sheet. Beautiful grey Fergus kitty sprawled long. I could sip warm coffee and browse Pinterest all day. And...
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Really
"Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul." -Alice WalkerI've been telling myself on occasion lately that I'm going to give up writing. That maybe writing just isn't...
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Mute
I had been on the waitlist at the library for the book I'd been hearing raves about for many months - The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. When I received an email saying the book was...
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Spinning
In my head, I place words on linen thread. I push them down and change them around. When the language takes shape and I can recognize my own story, I clasp the ends of the thread together and I wear...
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Well, Hello!
Shortly after the boys left for school this morning, I went into the bathroom. I looked up at myself and caught hold of my own eyes looking back at me. Time went slow and then stilled altogether. I...
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The thing about light is that it really isn't yours; it's what you gather and shine back. And it gets more power from reflectiveness; if you sit still and take it in, it fills your cup, and then you...
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I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter...
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The I's
I am a wanderer. I have always been. I covet being alone, or with a very select few. I always have.My bones were shaped in the same way shells are made: washed over and over and over by waves and...
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Delicious
I'm reeling the tape of summer memories backwards in my mind, slowly relishing each note in the now quiet September day. It is very possible that these past few months have been amongst the best of my...
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Now
It has been a very long time since I was last here. But let's not begin there. Let's begin right here, right now...I am sitting on the floor in my new bedroom. I am sitting in a slant of light with a...
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Between Worlds
A dream, anxiety, and the train's whistle woke me in the middle of the night. I looked around the room bathed in moonlight. I felt sweaty, anxious. I had been dreaming of Theo and Sully. The baby Theo...
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