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Thanks for the Mess?
Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...
Joy in the Fury
Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
Lake at Dawn
Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just. To each You’ve given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard....