cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
In honor of the tenth anniversary of Red Tent Living, we are featuring a monthly legacy post written by one of our regular contributors from the past decade. Dr. Natasha Stevens was one of the first women of color to say to yes to writing for us. She was a life-giving source of wisdom, encouragement,…
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Beneath the noise and confusion, there is a deep inner knowing. This is the voice of truth—the wise one within, always calling us back home to ourselves. There is safety under the shelter of the wise one’s expansive wings. She is an angel of light who is always available to comfort and guide us if…
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Very few of my grandmother’s possessions survived the devastating fire that destroyed her clapboard home well after her eightieth birthday: four dining room chairs, a side table, and her front porch rocker. I am reminded how fortunate I am that two unique treasures of hers made their way into my hands. One she had already…
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She speaks with tempered wit and out drips tender care from lips that brim with wonder and awe. She walks in patience like the dawn, neither fast nor slow. A rising glow that with time shows all things Both true and clear. She beholds what no one knows, A thought too bold to keep untold,…
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When most of us think of a wise woman, we have this perception of someone who has it all together. A woman who is calm, thoughtful, grounded, and makes little to no mistakes. However, wisdom doesn’t always look that wonderful, especially not in the process of us acquiring it. Wisdom often comes after an accumulation…
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From the beginning of my faith journey, I have been intentional to surround myself with women who come from various backgrounds but hold one thing in common: wisdom. I have held the honor of sitting across many tables and even working in a wood shop alongside women who I would name as wild sages. The…
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And on the day when she comes to the end of all she will learn, she will still be yours. No matter where she runs, no matter if she hides, no matter. She is inescapable to you. You are inescapable to her. Maybe this is what she already knows.* She has “wise eyes.”
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She was so young, so naïve. Face smooth, laugh lines just beginning to form, and eyes pooling with tears as she wondered, “what shall I do?” Her good friend, Fear convinced her that no matter what she did, she would as easily be wrong as right. It might have been a parenting decision or the…
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The scent of my mother’s Clairol Nice and Easy solution in Medium Warm Brown wafts through our kitchen. I sit at our cherry wood table staring at my Algebra textbook. She unwraps the cellophane from her head and cranes her neck under the kitchen faucet to rinse. “It always starts out a little dark,” she says…
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“The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.” Blaise Pascal There are many days in this season of life where I am at my wit’s end. But that doesn’t seem to keep me from pressing forward expecting reason to catch up to my confusion. The Spirit seems to be prompting me to acknowledge that…
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