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Dancing with the Granted
I have transferred my writing to the Substack platform, a newsletter/blog platform. My new site will be called Dancing with the Granted. While the platform has a paid option for readers to pay writers, I am currently writing for free, so, if you subscribe, you can “skip the pledge.” This move will hopefully give me more flexibility to write more frequently and also…
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In Praise of Roots
The wildflowers trembled in the early morning breeze. Their violet and ivory faces turned upward toward the patches of blue sky, caught between overhanging branches. My fingers brushed the flowers’ as I strolled down the trail. God had planted the word “experience” in my mind, a divine note, and I was existing in the moment.…
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So Long, Farewell
Reader, I graduated high school. With the close of this chapter of life, I enter a stage of bidding goodbye. Farewell is not a foreign concept to me. There have been many transitions, upheavals, and deaths of the familiar in my life. But I feel a strange sense of loss in graduating as I am…
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Quiet Redemption: An Advent Meditation
There is a silence that falls on these Christmastide mornings, when the soft morning light filters through the windows and the wind dances through the trees. A silence that beckons to me, stills me. Not only a digital silence but a soul silence as well. My soul sits, watching, waiting, listening. In Watch For the Light, Loretta…
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A Digital Disconnect
Dear Friends, Please forgive my extended absence. I am plowing through a busy season of college applications that have stolen my time and motivation to blog. I appreciate your grace, dear reader, in opening this letter, even when the writer is weary and fickle. This week, I felt the beckoning of inspiration to write and I followed. …
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On Playfulness
We seem to have forgotten how to be children. How to approach life with a sense of play. I do not mean recklessness but wonder. To look, actually look, at the world around us. And, as my toddler cousin has shown me, find gaps in the manholes and faces in the puddles. I was reminded of…