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THE SANCTUARY IN YOU
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THE SANCTUARY IN YOU

A good designer should conspire to uncover the authentic you.  This is a process that requires the vulnerability of everyone involved. Vulnerability. Not a popular word. Even those who share incessantly on social media are rarely telling it like it is but rather painting a picture of something imagined in order to impress. Here’s the...

healing things
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healing things

I grew up in Kansas City on the site of an abandoned hunting lodge. In the long, hot, sticky summer, Daddy designed and built our home while his little girl scoured the landscape for left-behind treasures—rusted spurs, cartridge shells, weathered barn wood. As I ran through the fields honing my hunter-gatherer skills, timber framing sprouted...

DO NOT dismiss
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DO NOT dismiss

I’m driving 60 miles an hour and something catches my eye, there in the distance, shrouded in snow. I am already 95 feet past the object of my fascination and arguing with myself before I turn around. Do not dismiss the thing that calls to you, The bent man shuffling. The dream remembered. The sentence...

THE UNBURDENING
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THE UNBURDENING

It started before it started.  Sometimes your body is trying to tell you something even before your mind has time to catch up. Things begin to slip from your lips…like, “God please just do something. Shift my life. Go ahead.” My exact words, walking from Studio to Wash House.  Did I will this unburdening, call...

MY SHADOW
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MY SHADOW

There is a legend that proclaims we are most ourselves in that ethereal place between darkness and light, when our sleepy minds have detached from the concerns of this world and are lingering still on the conversations with heaven whispered through the night. “I have a little shadow that goes in and out of me.”...

GLOW
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GLOW

I’m writing this on Christmas Eve. I kept waiting for the “mood” to hit me and for the emotion that I feel to well up in and through so that my fingers would weep…so that you would hear my fingers weeping.  I learned to type when I was 17. Letters were like notes on a...

THE GAP
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THE GAP

It used to be that the gaps between us were small. Even the ones we tried so hard to make a drama of, even those were small. Now, the world is filled with the echos of a generation of quiet, stubborn voices who refuse to hear, refuse to speak in a way that can be...

BE THE BEAUTY
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BE THE BEAUTY

I am writing in darkness with images of a thousand sunsets running through my head. What differentiates us as humans is noticing aspects of the physical world beyond the things we need for simple survival. It strikes me that anyone can find beauty in a beautiful place. It is seeing beauty in the unbeautiful that...

MOMENTS
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MOMENTS

We are given moments, not days and weeks, months and years. We are given moments. One as distinct and audible as a single sigh. I am sighing a lot these days. Not from a feeling of something ominous, but from the glorious revelation that life is longer, stretched like a slow sunset, when I will...

i AGREE
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i AGREE

My entire life I’ve been known for my hair. I remember after attending the Senior Standouts high school assembly and receiving the award for Prettiest Hair, I drove home, ran into my mama’s room and collapsed on her bed in tears, the shame overtaking me that while others received recognition for “Best All Around,” and...