Writing
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I will not talk about the light that is everywhere, how far you have to travel for the sky to be completely black (and even then there are stars, there is the moon’s borrowed brightness). more»
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It is a weird experience, being pregnant with twins...It is a very humbling experience, learning about the wisdom held deep in your body. More than that, it was my first really visceral experience of co-creation with God. more»
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God, my God of birth pangs and pain that finds release... more»
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Manuka flower honey devotion of bees sweet wine rosemary frankincense scenting the drowsy air. more»
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Into this world, this demented inn, in which there is absolutely no room for him at all, Christ comes uninvited. more»
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Joy – a strange word with which, from time to time, I’ve had a precarious relationship. Possibly because it’s my given name. There have been times I knew in my deepest being the name didn’t fit who and what I experienced myself to be. more»
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berry on the green silver on the sedge scarlet on the leaf cloister in the heart more»
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My host mother handed on a recipe so I would learn kitchen-words by heart. more»
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There are years when the Christmas spirit is hard to come by, and it’s in those seasons when I’m so thankful for Advent. Consider it a less flashy but still very beautiful way of being present to this season. more»
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Look upon your church and its pastors in this season of hope which runs so quickly to fatigue and in this season of yearning which becomes so easily quarrelsome. more»
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We live in a world in which bigger and better define our expectations for much of life. We have become so focused by super-size, super stars, and high definition that we tend to view life more»
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The season of Advent means there’s something on the horizon the like of which we have never seen before. more»
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In the holy family, particularly in this time of refugees and advent, we see how important one small family is, one small child is, one small collection of people. In light of the complexities of more»
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Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but still nothing is as shining as it should be for you. more»
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In the beginning were the leaves, and the leaves were fragile and beautiful, and the leaves were on the tree. more»
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each Advent, growing Star-shaped, blood and guts Of the earth's startled cry... more»
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We stand in solidarity with all who wait for justice We wait in solidarity with all who wait for their human rights to be recognized... more»
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Dare I trust her protestation that no man had fathered the child she carries? more»
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Thank you for all the presents, the sweet, ordinary things - elbows, chocolate, toothbrushes and running shoes... more»
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scandal division broken hearts and troubled minds... more»
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In violent times, beautiful words, centuries old, resonant with truth... more»
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the rush has begun and we know it can only get worse... more»
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bird on a wire let me hear your song bird on a wire you can do no wrong for your singing is as love to me more»
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My God is the God of silent things. Wombs. Passages in the dark. more»
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Breath of ancient trees rush of many wings symphony of cicadas in the afternoon... more»