Poetry
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Identity Theft
The Self is not a gift that one can give to another Rather, it is a thief’s relic we must take for ourselves in order to someday be ourselves.
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bellis perennis
Her only adornments are hope and innocence An instinctive modesty, not a conscious constraint
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The power of paying attention and gaining perspective
Today I will let others’ words speak: From this morning’s episode of “On Being“, with Krista Tippett: The Summer Day Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is…
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Caveats
I make no claim of being more correct than another in theology or orthodoxy, and in no way will I intend to belittle or judge anyone else’s theology, orthodoxy, or lack thereof.
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Yep. Life is Still Messy
Who I am today is still a work in progress. I think I’ve finally realized I will always be in progress, and accepting that is freeing me to sit at my laptop and tell you (and myself) where I’ve been and where I am, even if that means admitting I DON’T HAVE IT ALL FIGURED…
