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Garment of Hope

My garment of hope has grown thin- frayed at the edges threadbare and worn. To be honest, it’s barely recognizable. There have been times– plenty

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Words

Words The words that we say Every single one matters. They tumble from our lips And like seeds, they scatter. Through the air to the

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Articulation

The day began with an exploration of the idea of articulation–a morning reading to send the mind in a new direction. Reading Mark Nepo’s Seven

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Walking in Gratitude

It’s a chilly clear morning here in Wisconsin but no doubt, spring is inching its way in. I started out on my walk, my feet

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Memorial Day bike ride

The heady aroma of fading lilacs fills my nose in batches–in and out of clouds of fragrance. After the recent rains the earth is jungle-y–lush

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