Author: Bethany Howard
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The best thing
You are worried overwhelmed anxious. Me too. I am really trying to be there for you – to be what you need even though it’s not my role to fill. Still. When there are tears – I want to fix it as if it’s blood, not salt. When you have a hard question, …
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Created to…
Leap Shuffle Saunter Crawl towards your purpose passion and possibilities. We were created to Grow Change Shift Learn. Be who you are, right where you are but don’t stay there. #PermissionGranted
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Feel the weight
I stood here in this spot on the porch and I had a lot going on in my heart and mind. I know you can’t tell from the picture… but just trust me on this one. I looked at the picture that I made, …
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We have permission to:
Dear fellow white humans we have permission to: mourn learn grow feel unlearn research read listen share reflect hope discuss stand speak listen serve support.
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See my boy
Sweet, little toes. Precious nose. Chubby cheeks. First steps. Belly laughs. ABCs and 123s. Strong legs run fast. Make-me-laugh antics. Off to kindergarten. Discovers Spiderman. Makes new friends wherever he goes. He loves any and every kind of sport that includes a ball. (Black boys only play basketball and football.) He graduates to middle school…
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A tinge of sweet
It belongs – but it doesn’t. Wrong temperatures, wrong soil, incorrect amount of precipitation and yet… the pineapple seems to be quite happy here in Georgia soil. It’s wrong, but it is right. It’s unexpected, shocking, and sweet at the same time. Sometimes, well, perhaps, more than I would like, I find myself in the …
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A manifesto on being
Dial it back Cuddle up Keep it simple Make it special Listen Learn Understand Rest Create Take up your space Feel what you feel Don’t dwell there Hold hope Cling to truth Let go of what you can’t hold. Be safe Pray Strengthen roots Extend grace Be present Grow Give Be who you are Right…
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Sown in the Unknown
Somehow, someway, something grew. I don’t remember planting, watering or fertilizing the fruit I am holding. At some point something found good soil, put down roots, grew green shoots, blossomed and now I have fruit. I am astounded to be holding fruit. When did this germinate? I trace back the origin of the gift of…
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Veil of fog
Fog. Thick, real. Joy and hope play a game of hide and seek I did not ask to participate in. The future holds question marks – so many unknowns… The fog clouds vision, tangles emotion, and I just want to hibernate. The swath of clouds hangs over every area of life and I wonder if this…
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Sifted
My world has been sifted. It’s been a painful shaking, an imposed surrender. All that I once held with a tight grip is no longer something I can cling to. Some of what I held dear has fallen through my hands. What remains is precious, their importance – elevated. I open my hands to examine …
