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Surface Tension
She vigorously moved the whisk with overt confidence, agitating the mixture as she explained, “I want to bring out all those beautiful, unctuous qualities.” Oooooo, unctuous, what an interesting sounding word, what exactly does it mean? I have always loved learning new words. And for as long as I can remember, I have read with…
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Unspoken Loss
I remember the day well. It began with the smell of worms. I’m not actually sure if worms have a smell, but my 7-year-old mind was convinced they did. I suspect the fact that boys were gleefully harvesting their sickly pinkish-brown bodies and slinging them at us girls had something to do with that association.…
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Mine, Yours, Ours: What Resides Between Us?
Light filtered through the stain glass windows creating tall pillars of color on the adjacent wall and a kaleidoscopic pattern across her head. For most of our time together, she sat among us with her eyes cast downward. With magician like skill, her hands repeatedly swapped a concealed object between them while her shoulders remained…
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Gnawing Sensation
I am certain he had no idea what kind of effect he was having on me. All I know is that I felt like I had been swaddled within a warm blanket of contentment. You would think I am talking about the loving presence of my husband. But no, this was an unfathomable interaction with…
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Where I Meet Us
Do you know what a mobius strip is? Four months ago, while reading a book written by Parker Palmer, I was introduced to the concept. And while I do not feel qualified to speak about a geometric form discovered by a German mathematician; I recently had an experience that felt like traveling a mobius strip. …
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Brittle…Break…Through
I woke up at 3:32, one minute earlier than the more charmed 3:33 that I often awaken to. Despite the fleeting distraction of wishing the clock presented a more favored set of numbers, I was met by the pressing presence of a word ricocheting through my consciousness. Hushed, but urgent, the word “BRITTLE” rang through…
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Not Feeling Myself
I haven’t been feeling myself lately. I mean that in both the literal and metaphorical way. For weeks now, while engaging in activities I typically enjoy, I have found myself feeling flat and robotic. I’ve recently made decisions and matched them with actions that should have carried a sense of motivation and purpose. And yet,…
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From Time to Time
Is time our friend or foe? Much of the language we use around time conveys it as a valuable commodity. We Make Time, Spend Time, Share Time, Use Borrowed Time, Lose Time or Don’t Have Time. But our relationship with time also has a “speed” to it that is, shall we say, confusing. Time Stops,…
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Kaleidoscope Listening
Like most of us, there are many aspects of myself that I remain blind to or incredibly uneasy to claim. But there is one persistent quality that is pure, innocent and stubbornly convicted. I am determined to see the goodness in everyone I meet. To be clear, this has not always served me well. In…
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Agree to Explore
Writing is a slow and arduous endeavor. I recently told a friend the only reason I do it is because writing gives me the time to explore and better understand the many facets of an idea. A white sheet of paper demands a lot of you, and it will prove to either be your tormentor…
