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![[god in the yard] open: prayer](https://b826465.assetcdn.net/2.0/826465/wp-content/uploads/the-couple.jpg?lossy=2&strip=1&webp=1)
[serialposts] He walks through the kitchen, pauses behind me as I reach into the pantry. Catches me as I turn back around: “So, what are you doing right now?” I giggle all flustered, murmur something about a million little things, and dodge. Later I am the one passing...
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[serialposts] When I was young I talked to the night sky. I’d sit on a chaise lounge in the backyard or lie on the pool deck and stare at the stars—or what I could see of them from my suburban homestead. I did most of the talking and never let the sky—my tangible...
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[serialposts] We spend… too little time experiencing the griefs themselves. The result is that these griefs remain hidden and never open us to our joys. ~David Whyte Fingers lightly wrapped around the handles, I escape. I feel the vibration of speed beneath me, my...
I stand in a throng of people, yet I'm alone. People rush from one store to another, hands filled with shopping bags. Small clusters of teens move slowly through the mall, obviously more interested in gossip, laughter, and fun than spending their advance allowance. I...
[serialposts] Contemplation We have been invited. We have been given the...
I can't stand your religious meetings. I'm fed up with your conferences and...
[serialposts] Welcome to the world, he says, when I carefully part the...
[serialposts] There's something about nature that makes it a holy place. The...
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