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This is the campground for my thoughts. They get together, stare at a fire, get a little sticky from marshmallows and though they may smell a bit from a lack of shower facilities, they are real and raw and gentle with one another. Feel free to camp out with them. Just don't be mad at them for being who they are.
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(Wordless) May
We need not hasten back to a life where "busy" is synonymous with "important" when we have learned the skill of being still. We can dwell in discernment and welcome things of worth back into our lives while we respectfully…
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Let the Danger Drift
My six-year-old came inside, flushed from the freedom of a spring afternoon. Sitting down to take her shoes off, she was oblivious to a small bee crawling away just an inch from her skin. I happened to spot it, and…
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April
“April, come she will.” -Simon & Garfunkel There are few things more lovely than the unexpected spring. Although I’ve now seen it unfold 37 times, I still marvel when branches burst with buds, buds erupt into blossoms, and blossoms blaze…
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March
I’ve never equated the month of March to the verb by the same name. Until now. March holds the promise of spring. In the Midwest, March is the bringer of buds, guiding our eyes up from the blanket of fallen…
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February
It’s February – mercifully, the shortest month of the year. The sacred holiday season is behind us, the energy of a new year has subsided, and the groundhog – short of telling me it will be seventy degrees and sunny…
