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PEARLS TO SWINE
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PEARLS TO SWINE

There has always been a little chaos. The way we would be just sitting down for supper when the warnings came. The way we would huddle under desks in dank basements until the wild winds tamed. It must be the tornadoes of a Kansas childhood that taught me to make uncertainty my friend. Above the...

Roots
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Roots

There are six things with which I am obsessed—Words. Great Danes. Design. Shed Antlers. Cemeteries. Moss. INTRO—This is a season that can only be described as the opposite of anchored. Maybe you feel it too. I touched on what I’m feeling in the entry last week and, judging by the comments, the residue of this...

CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION
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CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION

Lately, I’ve been strangely hungry for the days I endured last year. Exacting a life purpose from unexpected circumstance is precisely why I believe we were brought here… Not to fabricate or invent a reason for existence, but to celebrate existence for its own sake.In the dead of night, I quietly open my blog to...

KIND EYES
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KIND EYES

In honor of a decade of brilliant leadership as NVC College President and nearly fifty years in the service of educating and edifying lives. I knew I wanted to marry a man that would seek me out in a crowd, whose eyes would land on me and I would sense his gaze without seeing him,...

ABUSE OF POWER
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ABUSE OF POWER

This is for the 166.7 million females living in the United States…and for the men who love and protect us.  “Uniquely situated to exercise coercive power or leverage over someone.”These were the words the U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals used in 2020 in its determination that an abuser typically has “considerable power” over the victim....

DIVINE PACE
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DIVINE PACE

I wrote once that life is a fast train.Now I see that I was the train and life was the view. How fast can you run toward the end of your life before everything around you, even the beautiful thoughts within you, are blurred?  October will mark for me the passing of a year, of...

SEARCHING FOR SOUL
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SEARCHING FOR SOUL

I’m perched in the waiting room chair anticipating test results and this image of Ron’s fingers, cupped and interlaced, pops into my head.  “A perfect little bowl!” he contemplated with curious delight. At the time I dismissed the gesture as silly: I was wrong not to notice that the consequential moments of our lives are...

LET. US. PRAY.
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LET. US. PRAY.

I am no expert in prayer. I’m not even certain what “expert in prayer” really means. But sometimes when I’m struggling with the words, I imagine how those I admire in my faith would begin. I wish that as I scroll through my feed I would read the words they are praying now. To learn...

THE BACK SIDE OF SUNFLOWERS
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THE BACK SIDE OF SUNFLOWERS

We drove to visit the sunflowers. Not the ones cut and waiting to be nestled in a vase, but the ones rooted and unassaulted…the ones aware of no other experience than bending toward the sun. As far as my eyes can see there are ten thousand yellow petals ravenous for the light. The earth is...

FORTY YEARS
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FORTY YEARS

If I were to draw forty years, it would not be a straight line. Imagining doing so, my pencil falls off the page and wanders to the edges of a dark wilderness with tiny embers of glimmering light shining through and between thick branches that are beautiful to look at but often prickly to the...