Category: Becoming
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Bloom for real
I planted silk flowers in my garden in my quest for beauty. They don’t fool anyone for long. They look garish and cheap even when the sun shines. When I make a show and water their plastic roots with my polkadot watering can they are still dead. It’s not real beauty. Counterfeit beauty is an…
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Hope made a way
The pieces don’t fit. I want to finish this puzzle so that it makes sense. It’s a mess and there are pieces missing so I am not sure why I keep going. I am losing hope that I will ever see the complete picture. I am missing pieces. I am not where I thought I…
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Is there evidence?
Dappled light highlights the shapes made by the peeling bark on the crepe myrtle trees. I go for a closer look. I am enamored by the light, by the tree. Its cracking, its peeling. I’m in awe of the metamorphosis of such a large specimen. This is how it grows. Crepe myrtles shed last year’s…
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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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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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A lesson from anoles
The flat, preserved anoles in my sister’s door frame make me a little sad. Why didn’t you move, little lizards? Maybe you had hung out in the door frame before and you thought you were safe. Perhaps you didn’t recognize the danger in delay. Maybe you were comfortable. You clearly were with friends so maybe…
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Worthy work
This being who you are – who you are meant to be – is not an easy road to walk. And sometimes I think it is supposed to be. And that’s a lie. I believe it is worth the fight. It’s worth wading through the lies, the pain, the grief, the strife and anger to…
