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no is a necessary magic no draws a circle around you with chalk and says i have given enough – boundaries (anonymous) // I was walking down to the garden the other morning, when a line from Maurice Sendak’s, Where the Wild Things Are ran through my mind. A...
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(Welcome to #SmallWonder. I’m happy you’re here. This week I’m re-sharing an old post as I put my time and energy into preparing for a retreat this weekend, co-led with Laura Boggess, “As a Little Child.”) Wendy knew the...
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(The field of soybeans coming in across the street from our house.) Late, I arrived at a recent Pastoral Development Day on the tail-end of opening worship. I slipped quietly into a single stuffed chair down low in the back of the room, curling my legs and feet...
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Sitting on the old leather couch or rocking slowly in a rickety glider, I’m surrounded by my children as we read together. I feed my little ones on stories morning, noon and night. Serving up Harry the Dirty Dog for breakfast, The Magic Tree House becomes...
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(How does an introverted mother make it through the long, cabin-fevered months of winter with four wild and wiley children underfoot? Why, she reads to them, of course.) This is the scene every morning and night at my house: me in sinking into a well-worn hollow...
