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April 18, 2018 - 11:01 am
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Sometimes questions lodge under my skin. They cause me to sit and ponder. To walk and ponder. To shower and ponder. All this pondering is an invitation to just be boldly honest with myself. The most recent question that

April 3, 2018 - 3:33 pm
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choices


Late last week, a friend of mine forwarded over a link with the note, “This podcast is for you.” The guy being interviewed on the podcast was Boyd Varty, a South African restoration practitioner and wildlife tracker. He was explaining

April 3, 2018 - 2:28 pm
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Hobbes Feb2018


Easter Sunday is a day of brightly colored eggs and fake grass and a lot of ham. I also ate the biggest sweet potato I’ve ever seen and I’m not even sorry. The other thing I did on Sunday

March 7, 2018 - 11:42 am
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Yesterday I watched a documentary called The Heretic about Rob Bell (the Christian pastor and author of the book Love Wins). At one point in the documentary, Theologian Peter Rollins says, “Interestingly, the word unraveling is the same as

March 6, 2018 - 9:58 am
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This poem terrifies me for how the truth of it strikes me right in the heart. What if life is asking you to pause and stop what you are becoming? Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest breathing

March 2, 2018 - 10:24 am
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courageous


I feel like I need to apologize to all of my former business clients. They were hiring a consultant and what they got was something a bit…different…something that required them to be a bit more courageous than perhaps they

March 2, 2018 - 10:00 am
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finding the right words that bring all the feels


I adore words (and having written four books and counting, I have a lot of them) and all the feels they give me. And because words have power, I’m always looking for a word or even a phrase that says the

February 13, 2018 - 12:02 pm
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service or selfish


I sat down to write this blog post for tomorrow when my hubby walked into the office and asked me to go for a walk with him. For a second, I felt conflicted: when inspiration strikes, I know it’s