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Notes: November 2001

Late night Thanksgiving eve and the frosty air is chilling the moonlit night.  Marshall and John Meyer are hard at work in the kitchen making pumpkin and apple pies for tomorrow, having already pickled onions, braised cabbage, sauced cranberries, and butterflied and brined a huge turkey.  I’ve set a table for six over huge plywood […]

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Notes: October 2001

I think you are very brave to speak your truth so completely.  Yes, our first care must always be for ourselves.  And then, as we feel able, to care for others.  This has more wisdom than all other theology.  I also think it’s very true that we are activists in a wide variation of ways.  […]

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Still Learning

My education on healing from trauma is an incomplete, ongoing work which I find continually fascinating and always best suited to wondering rather than collecting hard facts. There are so many parts to consider: life itself hurts; trouble must not only be survived, but learned about; the world seems to know no bounds in its […]

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Georgina’s Morning

setting down the phone and settling into prayerreaching with all my heart for the hurt onein a moment of calm and careI feel this one who I loveand know her pain going outsidescooping wet earth into a dishpush the white candles into the earthlight each one as it sits on my deska prayer for the […]

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Cambodian Grandmothers

On this quiet morning I am at my desk as a bit of snow and sun mix in the sky. It’s beautiful. The wood stove is on a slow burn and the rest of the wood pile is refusing to get into the woodshed by itself. I have been going back over my 93 calendar […]