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Search Results for: label/Journaling I don’t think of it then, when I raise my hands up in what isn’t — well, precisely, praise. More this throwing lift of lament and exhausted surrender and end-of-the-day fatigue. And I can’t say that it occurred to me then — that it really could be that we were born with two hands because...  Posts from the archives I often return to, getting my bearings, yet again… How to Journal: Capturing the Beauty of Your Life A Life Roadmap A One-Piece Life Baptized Broken Beloved Fine Art of Subtraction: Shift to See Dust Headed Home Everyday Liturgy Flight Exit Harvest Storm How we homeschool Led by GPS Let the...  They line up, empty vessels, crocks he brought home. Those hard-working hands had set the aged pottery on the table. And every week I fill them with beauty, just with what I can find. Every week, shades and hues and color of the sky and earth meeting in petals. Every week I fill them, the...  On the last night of the year, the eve of the clean and unsullied hopes, eve of a whole brand spanking new decade all stretched out just fresh, we do the wild and unthinkable, something we’ve done only once before and only then after we had sung a happy birthday and blew out all the...  She loses what’s hers and comes plaintive, begging where it might be, and I send her looking under chairs, the second shelf of my library closet, perhaps under our bed, her father’s far side? And her mournful cry, bay of hound on the hunt, draws out the brothers, and she tugs one end of the... 
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