Tell Me Something I can hold

When I married I became a more acceptable thing in the eyes of the religion I ran from. Having a good man take me as his wife was a hall pass in this constricting world, a ticket upgrade that gave me access to better hiding places from the shame I felt dogged by in my…

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Like sea glass on the sand…..thank you notes

Heart thumping grateful for the light bouncing potent off of these shards of beauty like hard-buffed sea glass on the sand: As the storm storms on…. ~  Thank you farmers and makers and artists and shakers for collaborating with God to keep us nourished body and soul. ~ Thank you,  creation,   for being beautiful…

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40 years the Spring

I’ve posted this for many years;  a loving,  healing ritual. Because I need to honor this out loud, especially for those who haven’t found their voices yet And to honor all of the days these 40 years since because they are each of them marked by both pain and light. And to honor mothers everywhere,…

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Thank you notes at lap 57…..

To celebrate as I begin another jaunt around the sun;  57 brand new thank you notes: (in no particular order) Thank you,  Everett Road,  for being a slow leisurely ride for bicycles pretty much all day every day. You make me slow down and think about how much value lives inside each package of skin.…

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When shame and shoes come storming…..

Back when the world was a coloring book and my box of crayons still small, the questions to my answers began to rattle in the wind of a storm that blew in without warning on an ordinary morning as I sat pulling on my school shoes so I could hurry up the hill to catch…

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