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True Light

True Light

I look at the lights on our tree and wonder if there was a send-off party before He came here. Were lights strung on trees there? And ribbons wrapped around gifts for Him in honor of the Gift He would give to us? I wonder if He met with Moses, debated with Deborah,...

Recipe: Beating the Blues

“Get some rest. Don’t stress over the weekend about anything. That’s what Mondays are for,” my co-worker said with a giggle and her usual twinkle as I walked out of the office this evening. I had filled a manilla folder full of what I had hoped...
Sunday Night Despair? Stir Fry!

Sunday Night Despair? Stir Fry!

Right. It’s Sunday night—the time I used to sit down to write and share the latest incident with Dad for my blog Sundays with Dad. I mean, three years of that created a bit of a ritual. Now, even though Dad’s not around anymore, it doesn’t mean a ritual disappears. In...
In the Beauty

In the Beauty

Eyes rested, ears soothed, enchanted, now you travel. No stone impedes your progress. The thin veil reveals only forms, edges, outlines, and yet, wonders above, before, beneath draw to you ever active, creative, guiding, protective strength. Newness. Life. Energy...
The Place I Love to Go

The Place I Love to Go

In the chill of the air I pull my shoulders up and duck my chin under the thickness of the scarf wrapped around my neck. I notice a silver hair–it’s my mother’s scarf. I also notice my sight has retreated into my thoughts and instead of enjoying...

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