Like chewing off the corner of a miracle…..

This story. I’ve been painting it slow.  Traffic jam slow.  I appreciate your patience with my telling. The pokey process of coming home to parts of myself long discarded has made sharing the things like snatching up the wind. Always in the past when I’ve tugged open a closet door and pulled out the contents,…

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The wonder, the welcome and the walls…..

It’s the walls I hate the most as we head deeper into the tangle of briars that is this season of lines drawn hard and stories and hearts left unpacked in the corners where we may polarize and hide because it doesn’t feel safe right now to show our underbellies. As if we weren’t already…

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And still the moving things….

I’ve been moving through some changes and it’s been a gnarly sort of stretch but also beautiful and grow-y. Always the paradox – the God-breath and the grit. So, still from the soup, I want to share some of the stuff that’s been moving me: ~  all of the extra oxygen in my lungs (!)…

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To leave behind a well-worn life…..

I want to live my life – the whole messy thing – live all the in-betweens and almosts and dark corners. To live even when I’m spooked and my living starts to freeze up, when I’d rather go sleepy or let a blue day swallow me down. I want to live above the ground for…

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Swinging doors and celebrate me home…..

So why,  in the wild, wild beauty of this sweet breath of God, is church even a thing? I remember the way my soul drew up taller when the couple climbed from their car to meet us in the field where we used to play like banshees until the organ began to play. They were…

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