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Writing is a process in which we discover what lives in us. The writing itself reveals to us what is alive in us. The deepest satisfaction of writing is precisely that it opens up new spaces within us of which we were not aware before we started to write. To write is to embark on a journey of which we do not know the final destination."
- Henri Nouwen
Someone please make it stop!
My kids are growing up. Quickly. It’s like I blinked and suddenly a year has gone by. Didn’t we just bring Baby Silas home, and
{No} Thank you, Kind Sir
The last five years living in Southern California have created a void in my life — I don’t own any warm coats. None. Nada. Zilch.
Quiet Creativity
I say that I want to come to the page with gravity and respect, but then my words feel heavy and fall flat. There’s expectation
On {Pregnant} Waiting
Lately I’ve felt pregnant. No, not with a human child, but with possibility. I have dreams and plans that I hope to see fulfilled; that
Now, I have no excuse not to clean the toilet…
My computer is working again! When I thought that it was dead I felt despair…and relief. Why relief? I’ve been praying about giving up blogging,
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yesterday…silas…spilled…water…on…my…laptop. it…turned…itself…off…in…protest. nestling…it…in…a…bed…of…jasmine…rice…all…night…at…first…didn’t…seem…to…help. this…morning…i…was…in…the…depths…of…despair. randomly…throughout…the…day…i…pushed…that…little…power…button. willing…it…to…turn…on. joy…of…joys! it…works! all…except…the…spacebar…and…the…left…shift…key. thinking…i…could…google…the…problem…for…a…solution… i…realized…it’s…difficult…to…search…without…spaces… apparently…i’m…not…the…only…one…who’s…tried… now…THAT’S…funny!!
When I Grow Up…
Cora has decided that when she grows up she wants to be a singer, a dancer and a painter. They all seem attainable to her.