For Those Who Are Spiritually Homeless

I have a memory of belonging, of feeling at home.

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Longing

“What is pride, if we can have love shown to us instead?” I exhaled as I heard someone speak those words on a podcast. My pride is in my ability to do everything alone and not to need anyone.

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Walking Towards a Wedding 

As the days ticked by until my wedding, morning twilight frequently found me sitting in pajamas with red spectacles and a messy bun, sipping from a large mug of coffee not quite large enough. October arrived, and my days kept starting earlier, often before sunrise as a random thought tied to the coming festivities stirred…

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Signs and Wonders.

Ash Wednesday. A chalked smearing of celebration tasted—now absent, ached for, and anticipated.

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Head and heart.

“Have you tried online dating?”

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Come play.

I’m not particularly self-contained when I am happy. “Graceful” would not be the word of choice. At my brightest moments, I tend to jump, bounce, giggle, fling, or shout.

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More.

If I were asked to pick a single image that captures my heart concerning Christmas, I would pick a scene from one of my earliest holidays—you know, something that really set the tone for how I’ve held Christmas throughout my life.

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Longings

I’ve noticed something shifting lately; I can feel it deep inside me. It’s like the seasons slowly blending one into the next, my soul is shifting, and these are the verses that have been washing up on the shore of my heart over and over again like tireless waves against the rocks.

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The Safety of Beauty

The following is an excerpt that is abridged from my most recent book, Beauty and the Bitch: Grace for the Worst in Me, published by Bondfire Books.

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