rainforest heart

my shoe pressed onto the moss in the tongass national forest. the guide explained that the air quality here is 98% pure.  i felt lucky to be breathing it.  lucky to be seeing a bald eagle’s nest holding two fledglings with mom and dad watching us closely.  i felt lucky to sidestep a banana slug and

maybe i might love you

maybe you’re like me. maybe light has always hit friendship at a strange angle. i’ve always looked for the true friend, the real friend, the friend i could trust no matter what. and i’ve never found her. i’m watching my daughter play in the yard with her newest friend. hours of play fly by like

like a child

the other day a trusted friend hurt my feelings. i have a long and complicated relationship with friendship.  it seemed best to begin to plot my revenge immediately. i figured out the ways to protect myself and to hurt back.  i felt better. i also felt small.  like when i was child and i wanted

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ascending at your friend’s house

before jesus ascended into heaven, he took a walk. he led his followers to bethany on the eastern slope of the mount of olives, a sabbath day’s journey, about a half mile. he blessed them, lifted his hands and bye. mary, martha and the resurrected lazarus lived in bethany.  was he walking them home? was

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when the gospel goes missing

in a drawer, tucked away like a shirt, is the gospel. black and white beads on a thin string.  my daughter made it in a sunday school class.  its simplicity stole my heart. i put it away. reaching for a swimming suit i would see it sometimes.  i liked to. it reminded me of seeds

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codependent as the day is long

i have a real problem. i’m nearly addicted to the approval of people. it’s strange.  and it strangles.  it has made me do things that i’m not proud of. i’ll be the fool. i’ll be the fool for you. for me, there is a thin line between love and utter codependence. and it’s funny.  it

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where is god?

i’m opening the clasp between four fingers, just at the tips.  it is delicate work putting on a necklace.  silver on the very edge of nail and then it’s behind my back and in my mind’s eye where this smallest loop is waiting. it comes to me that god is like this. these arguments that

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