writing
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This season ended differently than I planned, but it did not end without growth. I spent years believing I was falling behind, that I was failing. That if I just tried harder, worked more, pushed through the pain, I’d finally catch up to the life I thought I was supposed to be living. My body…
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People often tell me I have a calming presence, that they feel safe telling me things they’ve never said out loud. I spend most days making other people feel cared for. I build little sanctuaries for them. I bake them bread. I answer the phone. I show up with a hug, a listening ear and…
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I’m entirely fed up with how our culture has been made love so taboo. How openness is perceived as weakness. Being nonchalant is deemed cool and staying “chill” is worn like a badge of honor. I refuse. There is not a nonchalant bone in my body. As I have navigated my grief, my healing of…
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As I am dealing with a mountain of laundry, a stack of mail and phone calls that need to be made after returning from our trip. My body aches but my heart is full. I can’t help but get emotional after last week. I thought this trip was about proving I could do it on…
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This is not the next entry I had planned and certainly not what I expected to arise on our trip. The Synchronicities were too much not to share. They feel too real not to put into words. It started out as small moments. The song on the radio, the same one we would dance to…
The Chaos of Healing 