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The Cup Is Already Broken

The summer is dwindling. The days are getting cooler, we’re harvesting the tomatoes that have ripened all summer, and the dry leaves seem languished and resigned to their descent. Fall is the season of impermanence. As it approaches, I feel a poignant, soft throb of sadness and gratitude, marked by a desire to linger in[…]

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The Bastard Child

‘I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for[…]

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You do not have to be good.

“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body Love what it loves.”—Mary Oliver, Wild Geese “You do not have to be good.” I was driving in an agency[…]

What to Do With the Anxiety

  This morning, I encountered a few things that left me feeling anxious. An insurance company denied a request for a client after I had been on the phone with them for hours; my knee injury was acting up; I probably drank too much coffee. I felt wound up, but also like so many annoying[…]

Where the Light Enters Us

  This is the final post in a series about acceptance and letting go of control. In this post, I talk about how truly experiencing loss makes room for new life and growth. ************** “Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of[…]