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My husband and I made some renovations to the Little House this past winter. My goals were to make the building more functional, spacious, and welcoming for myself and those who meet and gather here. This past week I returned to meeting with Directees in-person and it...
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“What’s with the bracelet?” he asked. The cuff in question, made of brightly colored fabric and secured with two snaps, circled my left wrist. Across the top, the word, ‘joy’ was written on a piece of frayed ivory canvas. I was making my rounds at...
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How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light against its being. Otherwise, we all remain too frightened. – Hafiz The world needs us all; every heart open, fragrant, bright with...
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My twelve-year-old daughter says there are four eggs in the nest outside her bedroom window. I believe her, because she’s who one sits and watches, keeping an eye on the world around her. // On the night after the Parkland Florida shooting, my oldest...
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Sunday afternoon I left my husband with seed packets of Zinnias and Dahlias and walked up, across the yard, to look for a spade in our overflowing garage. The planting of those flowers, four packets, was what I requested for Mother’s Day this year. I don’t...
