Encouraging Women to Live Rooted in the Sacred
That memo—the one that made sense out of nonsense—I was out of the office that day. I’m still at a loss. I’m certain I’m not alone when I say that one thing my spirit is wholly unable to absorb is the nonsense of racism. No part of my being is volunteering to comprehend the what-in-the-world’ness of it. The notion that…
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I’ll take “vulnerably candid” for a hundred please, Alex. Oh, and, hey, throw in “Cryptic Introductions” for two hundred, while you’re at it. 😉 We all have our “things”. The things that speak to us on some innate, organic level. The things that have no choice but to be our things, because we couldn’t un-thing them if we tried. Writing—it’s…
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Exhausted, I stopped to catch my breath; the distance that I’d traveled was significant. I recognized the path; it had been a while, but I’d taken this route many times before. This time, though, the road was split…each side going in opposite directions. One side familiar and well-worn, the other side brambly and unbeaten. Miles of fickle sod in sight,…
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Petite, wide-eyed, spirited – she’s made herself at home, this little girl. Hers is a spacious apartment, filled with floor to ceiling windows. This shy little one lives deep within the real estate of my heart. I sometimes wonder if her apartment is bigger than my own. Truth is, she’s held a lease here much longer than I have. Many…
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Like sand in a beach pail, tiny grains of sugar softly collect, filling the canister. This particular morning is not unlike many before. I’m a southern girl and, as such, have my priorities rightly placed. God, family, sweet tea. However, this day I’m unimpressed with the empty status of my sugar bowl. There is no “sweet” in tea without…
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