reframing femininity
Against odds spring’s first sign comes winter’s coldest day. Against odds this delicate bloom breaks earth’s strong barrier. Against odds pure, white light shoves the darkness away. Against odds spring cannot come without enduring winter’s cold. Against odds she, like me, was created for this. Marit Krueger has lived in the Seattle area all her…
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We poured ourselves out cupful, bucketful streaming, gushing pumping it out every last ounce
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An icy surface stills the stream beneath. Cold clouds cover up the warming sun. Thick blankets of snow seek to smother daffodils. Puffing winds bluff bird–songs back to nests. But change is there to choose. Will I use my voice to melt the wintry weather? And let His warmth thaw lightness to my life? My…
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Who waits behind that mask that stares into dark space? Whose eyes plead with yours to rip off the plastic face? Whose hands yank against the cloth that holds them in their place? Whose soul cries out in fear as nightmares come in chase What was that creature’s name before it was a ghost? What…
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I have always wanted to travel the world. When I was younger, I had the chance to visit a few places in the United States, and just dip my toe in the beauty of Canada. In high school, my parents took me to Puerto Rico to visit some family and also introduce me to “The…
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For Lora Once it grew here. Among the things that thrive Green with spring, alive Rooted Reaching fruited limbs on high, To praise a blazing Son.
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Wherever I am That is my place I belong and bring goodness and life to the space I don’t have to ask For permission to be I can step up and show up with all that is me To exit or enter Each is my choice I also determine the use of my voice I…
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Find inside of you a maze As strong as it can be It’s quite a strange mysterious Place For it’s a part of thee. When painting a space for rest And finding your beginning tree First weave out of splintered leaves a nest For your sacred Place to be. Just take a breath and blow…
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Time. The word ticks and tocks loudly in my mind as I look back on my 32 years. I can see the chances I wasted from fear-based reasoning and opportunities never given despite my best intentions. I mourn the talents that never blossomed into full potential and the dreams I squashed because of other’s preconceived…
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“It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent.” Madeleine Albright Asking me to choose a favorite moment in Pride and Prejudice is a bit like asking me to choose my favorite dessert. They are all so delicious; how can…
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