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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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To be a pastor is to return, every week, to face the hungry crowds. To offer, in outstretched and shaking hands, two loaves and five fishes, knowing full well it will never be enough. You are not the one who multiplies. You are Elijah’s widow, scraping...
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We go up to heaven and down to hell a dozen times a day – at least, I do. And the discipline of work provides an exercise bar, so that the wild, irrational motions of the soul become formal and creative. – May Sarton in Journal of a Solitude Seated...
