Suicide
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On Why I Can’t “Church” Right Now
Yesterday I wrote about “rough drafts” – pieces and parts of articles in my inbox that are so emotionally raw to me and likely hurtful to people I love that I fear putting them out into the world.
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Poetic License
But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.
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mercury falling
outer cold / exceeds my inner heat; / I never know what shape to take.
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SoCS – Too Much On Your Plate?
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun! Grandma always said if you couldn’t finish your meal, it was because “your eyes were bigger than your stomach”. I never totally understood that when I was 6, but I do now. I also couldn’t…
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Drove along, he did.
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
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Self-challenge, and… go.
I still don’t know where to start.
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Insides Out
I want to live with Insides Out / Is ever too much Out in doubt?
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Hiding in the Pews
The author is uniquely qualified to bring his story to the table. Not only was he a “pew hider”, he was also a “pulpit hider”, and after a suicide attempt, he became an advocate for those struggling in the pews and a coach for the leaders of those churches who misunderstand, stigmatize, and ultimately bring…
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Welcome to My Head
This was the first in a very irregular stream of video entries. I’m slowly uploading them to my site so I can catalog them differently. I apologize if you are a subscriber and are going to get ALL of these notifications…
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The Stickers Are Falling Off – #SoCS
I had to shed and escape a deeply entrenched belief (and lie) that I was only worthy of love because of my value to others.
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Breathalyzer
You’re holding your breath again, Daddy.
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pathway to peace
joy and grief often reside in neighboring rooms
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The Call
I, too, have heard the call and understand.
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past painter’s present
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
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her wedding lamp
She fell into his arms widespread, And trusted he would hold her fast. ‘Tis time to see her head and heart be wed.
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the wedding lamp
No more does night descend with dread. Who knew you’d light a lamp when asked? I fall into your arms widespread; ‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
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that which does not kill us…
December morn – I’d end it all; Was not the plan – I went for broke.
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The Kohns Man to my left… #SoCS
The Kohns Men have a profoundly deep inner world. Perhaps the Kohns women do, too. I can’t speak to that from personal experience, so I’ll stick to what I know.
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Serenity Now! – Velvet Rage Skill #2
Yes, it turns out when Jesus tells us to “love your neighbor as yourself”, it only really works right IF YOU LOVE YOURSELF.
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The Velvet Rage – Pre-Pride Ponderings
“Straight people don’t get a Pride Month!” Exactly.
defying atrophy 