I Follow Tears

I follow tears.  Glistening eyes, quivering lips, red rising on cheeks. Clues on a path to story. A big, black circle on the map to the heart. 

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The Woman In White

For the month of September the women of Red Tent Living will be considering the theme “The Woman In White”. We invite you to join us by reading and also by hosting your own table of women to share stories around this theme. Visit the Red Tent Dinner tab for ideas on how you can…

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The Inner Child

I place a hand on my heart and a hand on my belly. I take a deep breath in and say, “How can I best nurture and honor and serve you today?”

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“Mad, Mad, Mad. It Helps to Say I’m Mad.”

I often find myself looking at my two girls and longing for the level of ignorance they are afforded at the ages of 2 and under. There’s so much they are protected from, so many worries and responsibilities they don’t have to engage. What do they have to be stressed about?

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The Robin

Last week, a robin built her nest in a nook on my garage. I wonder if this is the same robin who had a nest there when I first moved into this house seven years ago. (I admit that I don’t know much about how long robins live or their behavior.)

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Ride On!

“Courage is being scared as hell and saddling up anyway.” – John Wayne I’m learning to be courageous–to get back up and ride on even though I am scared. In this season I am thankful that fear is not the primary emotion, although it is definitely present in waves. God has been giving me the…

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Theme To Consider: Off-Center

During the month of May the women of Red Tent Living will be considering the theme “off center” (shifts, unexpected, gravity, you can fly). Please join us by reading daily or by hosting a Red Tent Dinner in your home or virtually, based on following the social distancing guidelines for your location.

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Expectant

I took four tests. Four. I couldn’t believe it. Yet, two weeks later I saw a tiny heartbeat, keeping rhythm with the blood already flowing through his or her teeny tiny blueberry-sized body. The sonographer printed out three pictures for me to take home. I tucked them away in my purse and pulled them back…

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Kitchen Battles

I am crumpled up on my kitchen floor, head in hands, hiding beneath a soundtrack of Fernando Ortega and Bifrost Arts, hoping my kids don’t notice I am weeping, It’s holy ground, but it feels like falling apart.

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