cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Hunter. Close your eyes. What do you see? A lion? A wolf? An eagle? A snake? Do you see the shadow of movement in the grass out of the corner of your eye? The shadow from above? What do you hear? Do you hear the low growl? The screech from above? The rattle from below?…
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I lost my birth mom the day I came into this world. We were in Northern India together and connected for just a few moments…and then…separated. I grieved the disruptive loss of a second (adoptive) mother the day I turned 18. Those are two significant days that hold life and newness which have been marked…
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T’is a mother in my life who feels all alone waiting for something completely unknown
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