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There’s just one shower here at our new old farm house and it stands about three feet high over an ancient porcelain tub. It’s quirky, you might say, just the sort of thing to inspire a little poetry, and here’s a case where one poem popped up...
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My friend spoke at a retreat recently, teaching about the use of icons in prayer. She explained that icons are painted with skewed perspective – limbs jut off at odd angels and the symmetry typically associated with beauty is often missing. “The...
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Michelle DeRusha’s debut book, Spiritual Misfit: A Memoir of Uneasy Faith, was the first package to arrive at our new house. As a member of her launch team, I received a free copy and started reading it late at night while we waited for the phone and...
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It started with a crocus or two. Delicate blossoms like bright purple tissue paper, twisted. Then, later, the daffodils bloomed. Just two, opening on a cold rainy morning that left them covered with ice, but they endured. Now dozens of yellow...
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The Season of Resurrection Slender green fingers point toward the windswept sky, where a battle rages between blue and cottony white. Daffodil heads, wrapped in linen brown nod graciously, bright yellow flags waiting to unfurl. ...
