Category: Journal
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Carry On, But Softer
One of my all-time favorite songs is Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas. I used to think carry on meant bracing myself and pushing through no matter what. Jaw set. Shoulders tight. White-knuckled. Breath held just enough to keep moving. Carry on meant endurance. It meant showing up no matter how depleted I felt. It meant…
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Especially in the Change
Finding peace in a season of becoming As I sit here crying, for some unknown reason, I’m reminded that getting older isn’t for the weak. There’s no dramatic trigger. No single sharp thought. Just a quiet swell of emotion that arrives uninvited and settles in my chest. There’s a word that carries an entire storm…
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In the In-Between
Quiet morning. Steaming cup of coffee. Outside my window, a wooded landscape rests beneath a soft covering of snow. Water drips steadily from bare branches as the day warms just enough to loosen Winter’s hold. The snow hasn’t disappeared, but it’s slowly and deliberately changing. There’s a stillness to mornings like this. This time of…
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Choosing Peace in a Season That Demands Stillness
This has been a winter to remember. The kind of winter that, decades from now, we’ll reference with a knowing smile and say, “I remember when…” It was a hard one by any measure. Frozen RV water lines. Trudging through nearly a foot of snow just to reach a water source. Moving slowly – carefully…
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Love Language
There’s absolutely something to individual love languages – books and tests abound on the subject. I am here to clear things up when it comes to women. (Take note men!) While everyone has those specific things that speak to their soul like gifts, affirmations, or service, let me tell you what women really want:
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Let Them
“Let us respect gray hairs, especially our own.” — J. P. Sears Some of you are aware of the struggles I endured concerning my decision to no longer color my hair and let Mother Nature rule the beauty roost. Sexism and worldly beauty expectations forced me from a place where I had proven myself as…
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It’s in the Little Things
The little things – the long baths, the page turning novels, the quiet Saturday mornings, the starts, the oceans, the city lights – they were the big things after all. – The little things – the long baths, the page turning novels, the quiet Saturday mornings, the starts, the oceans, the city lights – they…
Peace In The Margins 