Tag: Peace In The Margins
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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…
Peace In The Margins 