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The vine… an idea
My dear friends, If you read any of what I write, you know it comes from an inspiration that is beyond me. Tonight an idea crystallized in my mind as a result of attending a presentation intended to help show parents how our Catholic school is preparing our 12 year olds to receive the sacrament
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Face
Face. What is Face? I don’t mean “your” face, the one God graced you with that the world identifies you by. I mean ‘Face’ – the appearance you put on for the world to judge you by. It’s a tricky nuance, yet in many cultures your Face includes all of your outward trappings of wealth
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On hope and love…
I remember the first time someone described for me the idea of inter-generational trauma. The concept that the pain of our parents and our grand parents, and even our great-grands affects us by altering our very DNA. The smooth twisting strands suddenly showing minor splits and fractures, not unlike a zoomed in image of split
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Crimson…
I wore a red dress to church today. Like. SO red. Brilliantly red. Crimson. Fabulous, flirty and fun. It covered me below my knees, to my wrists, fit well, not too tight – nothing that should make any heads turn. But. Wow – people who know me had. comments. Friendly older men whom I know
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Backsliding
You know… in my limited experience, Christians get a lot of flak from “non-believers” for their faith in God. Catholics, most especially, for their firm and unquestioned belief that the Holy Eucharist is the Lord Himself, His actual flesh transformed from a simple wafer on the altar. And yet, those who self-identify as decidedly not
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Love is….
Lying in a hospital bed; I had sensors all over my abdomen and on my arms. Monitoring me and my child within me; my body had stopped providing him with nourishment and he was already a week past his due date. The Dr’s were going to induce. While, at the time, I wasn’t a Christian
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There is no storm bigger than His love for you.
It’s a beautiful, bluebird day. I find myself barefoot, walking slowly up a steep incline on a sandstone butte. The ground is smooth and warm beneath my feet; I’m not on any known path, but yet my feet find their way steadily up an easy flowing route along the hills and swells of the stone.
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The power of food and love for each other…
I LOVE to bake … for others. Nothing makes me happier than a good excuse to make a pie or a cake or custard or meal that fills other people up and invites them to come to my table and have a great conversation. I’m not a natural conversationalist; but if you’re in my home,
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On Visions, Nightmares and my own meandering experience…
INTRODUCTION I’ve handwritten this blog post before typing it up. If, by now, you feel you’re coming to know ‘me,’ then you can appreciate the challenge I’ve put before myself by forcing my cramped penmanship to page before, eventually, typing and reviewing this. I’ve reflected on the need to write this for more than a
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Anxiety…. and the post-social-interaction hangover we all wish we could wish away
I’m … buzzing. Humming. Fizzing… Trying to find the words to express the sensation of every internal muscle still tense and thrumming as a result of social anxiety… that began more than 20 hours ago. Take a deep breath in and out, count to four… is now a good time to roll out the yoga