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The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motionin...

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrass...

One of my beloved friends wrote today about biding her time. Seems to have struck a nerve. After all my waiting for months to find steady e...

Making it last, we put more faith in the process than in the fruits of our labor. We love the hand-holding, embrace the moments of confron...

Thank god some of what returns to us is the bounty of our gratitude matured, seeds of patience flourishing to fall lavishly on the present l...

Nanoseconds planted and multiplied cultivate the shift between my perspective and what I can clearly see you need when I step back to take...

Our hands are built for digging in dirt although we rush from soil to sink as though wine-spilled, time the only dam between stain and the p...

You will need more earth than you can imagine – a topsoil self stretched two inches thin in each direction, rotten lessons from years past...

It is enough to be open and listening, to be raw and broke open. I am open to the sun, open to the gathering of heat and light in me, open t...

We leverage our skills to catapault into grace past what we can’t do past our fears past the worst parts of our nature. We leverage grac...