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"She sat down at the keyboard to write for ten minutes. Not because she wanted to or even because she had something to say, but because she said she would.
Yet the words came pouring out."
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Hold On
It's coming. The day when we can finally wrap our arms around each other. The day when we can step into each other again and share that...
Dec 10, 2020


Spotlight: Pier Paolo Spinazze
There's a street artist in Italy named Pier Paolo Spinazze who paints images of food over neo facist graffiti; work he began after a...
Dec 8, 2020


Seasons
It’s a brief season that marks an end and a beginning. It’s a resting place and a jumping off point. An understanding that the abundance...
Dec 7, 2020


The Hands We Hold
We didn't know what we wanted to be. We weren't supposed to know yet. We didn't know that life had its own ideas and would test each one...
Dec 5, 2020


Timing
It's never going to be the perfect time. You're never going to feel ready. But six months from now your life is going to look completely...
Dec 3, 2020


Hope-ish
While driving home last night my busy thoughts of the day were interrupted by the beautiful display that is fall; the trees appearing to...
Dec 1, 2020


Perspective
Remember, we're all in different sears on the same ride. Your turn to sit in front will come. Feeling small today? Don't forget...it's...
Nov 30, 2020


My Soles
I’ve had the soles of these boots replaced twice. These are ‘journey’ boots. They’ve walked me down hospital corridors and up courthouse...
Nov 28, 2020


Home
We're all flying blind right now. Many of us are adrift. But please don't forget that someone, somewhere, calls you Home. Wishing you a...
Nov 26, 2020


Evidence
Look around you for proof today. Proof that you can grow in spite of the pain. Proof that your damage is astonishingly beautiful. And...
Nov 25, 2020


Enjoy the Ride
We're all worn smooth by the constant drip or deluge of daily chaos. The intention is a marker in the distance; a place to plant your...
Nov 24, 2020


Treading Water
For most of us life looks nothing like it used to. We're all worn smooth by the constant drip or deluge of daily chaos. What do you do when
Nov 23, 2020
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