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Holy Thursday, From a Bed of Blankets
Weeks into a health situation that has me on partial bed rest, still waiting on tests and surgical clearance, I find myself in this familiar nest of blankets and dim light. It’s not where I planned to spend Holy Week. But maybe it’s exactly where I needed to be.
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Aware.
Tucked into the quiet corners of my yard and spilling along the back fence — where wild grass gives way to the shadowed woods and, beyond them, the familiar silhouette of my mountain — the azaleas have erupted this spring in an almost audible riot of pink, purple, and white. Two bushes a deeper rose…
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Stargazer
Somewhere in the slow, surgical unmaking of solitude, I lost track of almost everything I used to believe was real. Embracing spiritual surrender has redefined my identity. Through introspection and divine guidance, I’ve shed old patterns and evolved into a more authentic self.
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