May wonder disarm you.
May stillness burrow into your being.
May grace intrude to soften hard edges
of giving and receiving care.
And may the holy bewitch you,
in the midst of all
your messy wholeness.
May wonder disarm you.
May stillness burrow into your being.
May grace intrude to soften hard edges
of giving and receiving care.
And may the holy bewitch you,
in the midst of all
your messy wholeness.
This post is inspired by a question from a friend. I experienced trauma in my childhood. Beginning in college, I have done footwork, with help, to heal those wounds. My friend knows this history, and so asked me what helps when past trauma makes itself known in the...
This post was originally published 11 September 2019 here under the title "Death: A Holy Interruption." Death interrupts us. This is what death does. Unafraid to break into our lives, it comes, and not when we expect it. It comes when it is ready. That time may or may...
held in place by gracefragile-seeminglaughing at gravityeven as I toppleinto a heapneeding once moreto be made anewby a power greaterthan myself.
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