Tag: writing
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Un-feel
Their faces fell with the setting sun falling over the Charles, tumbling, plunging, sinking, I saw their hearts fall, as I stood there. That big bold sun, shining brightly, unashamedly, as if no cares in the world, right outside the gray concrete walls in their new hospital home, taunted them with beauty As they hear…
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thankful
Every year on Thanksgiving I try to write. This morning, I sit in the quiet of my mom’s house and bask in the beauty of silence (no honking cars or beeping in reverse trucks outside window!). I listen for the Lord, and I’m thankful. This Thanksgiving is completely different from last Thanksgiving; instead of comparing…
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values collection
Sometimes we must make big decisions in our lives. I hate these times. I’m horrible at making big decisions, or small decisions for that matter. I’m clearly not a very decisive person. I tend to change my mind often, and I’m easily convinced by someone who has a good argument. A part of this is…
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poems from seaside
I think there are so many poems about the ocean because it is simultaneously violent and peaceful. At the same time it crashes against the coast destroys a weak vessel and carries away debris It smoothes the rocky shore coos the frightened bird and hugs your planted feet. It somehow reminds us gently chaotically simply…
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sacred places
“There are no unsacred places; / there are only sacred places and desecrated places.” — Wendell Berry I’m starting to understand that there truly are no unsacred places — this is a bold claim. Some may perceive the site where a white American minister burned himself alive in the name of racial reconciliation as unsacred,…
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self-talk
I recently heard a story from a beautiful, African American woman who wore a stylish black cardigan and dark red lipstick. Her dark, silky hair was perfectly curled, and her smile illuminated our faces like a flashlight exposing the darkness. As she began to speak, her deep, rhythmic voice reverberated off our concrete classroom walls;…
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out of the forest
People talk about meditation as a new healing remedy, equivalent to the stardom of aspirin for heart attacks. Apps like “Headspace” and “Calm” lead users through a meditative practice, using words like “clear your mind, engage your senses, breatheeeee.” Sometimes this language feels foreign to those with busy minds and lives. It’s hard to see…
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sunny rays
“Let the illuminating rays of the morning sun revive my spirit, renew my soul, and fill my heart with the hope of the descending dawn.” – mb This morning I rolled over in my two-foot-wide bed and was greeted with the sunny and peaceful dawn of the morning. It has been rainy the past few…
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who you are
Your life experiences unquestionably define who you are and guide where you belong in the world. We are each given unique stories – challenges, triumphs, memories, passions – that aid us in figuring out what type of life we are to live. Since I’ve been in college, I have met people from SO many different…
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Structured chaos
Life is busy. We are running around, chasing dreams that have us hooked like the bait on a hook, and life unravels its tightly woven, clean lines. I have found that peace and stillness lies within delighting each moment that leaves you feeling frazzled AND those that leave you feeling gratified. This is the busiest…
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