Prickles and portals and play it again….

By jennifer | November 20, 2019 |

Sometimes into life’s overwhelm come soft days so thick with grace that the volume gets turned up on your dreams so loud that it drowns out some fear, shaking dance back into your feet until your heart starts taking on hope like a ship sinking fast in a sea of fresh mercy as heaven storms…

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Of breakers and breathing and sprains…..

By jennifer | March 30, 2017 |

I started writing this series a few weeks back, letting it dig up my heart, so that I could carve out and share the overflow. Then things got weird, as if I was digging up buried treasure,   yes, but also other really disturbing things packed away in boxes in the basement of what I am.…

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Of hiding and hunger and a low sound humming …

By jennifer | March 16, 2017 |

I was born into the anxious airbrush of a disapproving religion and I was born into love and welcome arms and really glad you’re here. Always the two danced together,  as they often do in an uncertain world where life is fragile and being is messy and only rules seem safe when nothing else does.…

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