writing
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A Soul That Moves Like A Deer
Growing up, there was something sacred about spotting a deer. It meant stillness. it meant paying attention. It meant the world was softer than you thought. A deer never announces herself; she appears, and suddenly everything feels flushed and holy.… Continue reading
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Listening for the Meadowlark
There are some people who feel like a blessing you don’t realize you’ve been waiting for. Like a sound you strain to hear each spring while setting up tables before the sun is fully awake. The Meadowlark is one of… Continue reading
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Where Peace Lives Among the Artifacts
“I am a museum of everything I love.” I have started to think of myself as a museum, not one built of marble or guarded by glass, but a living, breathing collection of the things that have shaped me. Every… Continue reading
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Before We Had Names
Before We Had Names Before we had names, before we knew the weight of the world, we stood beneath the same sky, eyes wide with wonder. The sky, stretched endless, painted in colors we had yet to name. Stars flickered… Continue reading
