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Veil of fog

Veil of fog

Fog. Thick, real. Joy and hope play a game of hide and seek I did not ask to participate in. The future holds question marks - so many unknowns... The fog clouds vision, tangles emotion, and I just want to hibernate. The swath of clouds hangs over every area of life...

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Sifted

Sifted

My world has been sifted. It’s been a  painful shaking, an imposed surrender. All that I once held with a tight grip is no longer something I can cling to. Some of what I held dear has fallen through my hands.  What remains  is precious,  their importance - elevated....

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I’m struggling to remember

I’m struggling to remember

It’s always been true.  I am not what I do.  I am not the sum of  what I check off  on the to-do list.  I’ve always believed that, even if sometimes I’ve  not acted like it.  And I am struggling  to remember. Here in this time.  Here in this space.  I am not what I...

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You’re never far

You’re never far

We might be five miles apart,  next door, or 2500 miles away from each other.  But you’re never far.  Distance can’t change  what the heart holds.  Distance can’t dilute  our determination  to care for one  another well.  We will find a way. Distance cannot weaken...

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See the miracles

See the miracles

The sun shines on my back while the moon's glow lights up my face. It is still daytime but the moon arrived early. I love it when the moon appears in the sky at the same time as the sun. It's two miracles at once. The sun to grow life. the moon to light up the...

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Not alone

Not alone

You're not alone. You're not alone. And if you are convinced you are - I'm there, too. I may feel raw, unseen, and unsteady. But friend, I am not alone. You are weak from bracing against the assault of the relentless wind but I need you to shift your gaze. Look up....

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A lesson from anoles

A lesson from anoles

The flat, preserved anoles in my sister’s door frame make me a little sad. Why didn’t you move, little lizards? Maybe you had hung out in the door frame before and you thought you were safe. Perhaps you didn’t recognize the danger in delay. Maybe you were comfortable....

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The audacity of blooms

The audacity of blooms

The blooms caught me by surprise. I certainly wasn’t expecting to see them. The fog’s been a bit heavy and recently, it seems, I just see gray. So the flowers snuck up on me. I was shocked at their presence and I wanted to shout, “How dare you bloom in this very gray...

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Worthy work

Worthy work

This being who you are - who you are meant to be - is not an easy road to walk. And sometimes I think it is supposed to be. And that’s a lie. I believe it is worth the fight. It’s worth wading through the lies, the pain, the grief, the strife and anger to get to a...

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Lies cannot sustain.

Lies cannot sustain.

Lethargy is in her veins. She is slow to feel, slow to dream, slow to fight. She feels unsure in every space, unsure if she wants to be seen or if she wants to be in the shadows. She delays decisions until they are made for her. Blooming is left to others with more...

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