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Search Results for: label/Eucharistic%20Living When the heart pumps toxins and the blood curdles sour, I let the veins with a pen, flush out the poison with ink. Writing down God-graces is the way I know to cleanse a soul. It’s in my fingertips, near the tip of the pen, where I first feel it, this happiness looping and lining,...  I walk on eggshells. Quite literally, there, down the trio of back stairs, with the potato sack there in the corner, this carpet of cracked shells rolls out the back door, a welcome mat of brokenness. Fitting for the day. Malakai’s howling his refusal to gather the finger puppets, Shalom’s sonorously wailing through the house...  We name the year. Not like a Chinese New Year with its zodiac and twelve original animals, but as we name our newborn, so we name our new year, christen it so it knows who it is to us. Named, we now have a destination, a way across the next twelve months. For me, 2008...  I have meandered through the city for nearly a week, but I haven’t figured out why I’ve come really, what I am doing here. This pervasive, quiet ache awakens me to what I hadn’t fully known: I am lost. True, I know the street I am staying on, the way down the cobblestone streets of... 
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