I am on a hero’s journey. To where? I do not know. All I do is chooseto show up each day As a bright light As a brave heart As burning hope.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I am on a hero’s journey. To where? I do not know. All I do is chooseto show up each day As a bright light As a brave heart As burning hope.
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Entering the temple amongst the noise and cries Of the money changers selling means for sacrifice Filled with holy anger, he lashed through the crowd Turning over tables and throwing them out
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I think god made the trees to remind me to breathe and to stand when everything changes and to make something majestic out of this crookedness.
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when grief bleeds out measure of Time may dally- this seems, to the naked eye depressants are but tuneless air in the snow- chills from dogma’s speech
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What does it mean, now, for me to show up? Is it me, my body, clean, clothed, and correct, a physical form occupying space? Saying yes, smiling, sorting through small talk while inside my heart races?
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Several years ago I was inspired to write a short poem based on 1 Corinthians 13:13, which states that faith, hope, and love are the three most important virtues. I’ve always preferred short poems over epic poetry because a.) I’m a slow reader, and b.) I have a short attention span. But, give me a…
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It’s in the shadows and the unknown where courage blooms and fears are undone A choice To set our face like flint toward the tempest Where winds howl and doubts dance
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Hushed words seize power, Veiled whispers shatter safety, The desire to wilt. Yet, strength blooms in twilight’s veil, Anchored in embracing Light. Heather Medley is a woman who is learning to be present and kind to herself and to the people she loves. She is drawn to engage her world with hope of restoration and…
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I can hear her. On the nights The wind screams through the trees And the waves crash In rhythmic chaos On the shore. When night is darkest And bejeweled skies Tell no secrets.
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February hits in muted grey Paired with sunless mornings. We beg for reds and pinks In heart-shaped clouds And warm winter drinks.
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