Part of the Journey

It was so cold when my alarm jolted me from a fitful sleep.  So cold in fact, that my first instinct was to re-set my alarm and burrow deeper under the covers, the cocoon of heat from the warmth of our bodies a familiar comfort. I closed my eyes and wished for forty-five more minutes but I could feel my heart whooshing in my ears. How could I sleep? I had heard Him calling and I had spent so...
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Plane Rides (The Whisper of God)

I sat next to him on a plane a while back. He boarded with his ukulele and a camouflaged backpack slung carelessly across his shoulders. He couldn’t have been more than 15,  maybe 16. There was still enough boy etched onto his face just there behind the tell-tale signs of impending manhood. The airplane was dark. Except for the light that beamed spotlight-like over his seat. The captain,...
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The Bravest Hospitality

I messed up last week.  I was sitting in my Research Methods class trying to understand terminology that makes my head hurt.  I had been at school since 8:30 that morning and it was pushing 7PM.  I was fighting my second bout of an irritating cough, the first having felled me on Christmas day.  I. So. Don’t. Have. Time. for more sickness. I felt ragged, like someone had wrung me out and...
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Back in the Saddle {… so to speak}

It’s been a while since I’ve stared at a computer screen, a cursor blinking as I attempt to string words into sentences.  Sentences that often seem to only make sense to my tattered and worn soul. Sure I’ve written, the halls of academia have required it of me — but it’s not the same — at least my soul finds it hard to think that proper APA citations and...
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Mothering: The In Be-Tween Years

We stood on her deck, as the sun slipped low in the sky.  It was the end of summer and the air was pregnant with memories of lazy days and long slow heat-infused moments. The fish-pond bubbled and gurgled beneath us as we watched slick orange and white bodies vying for food. Our hands cupped our wine glasses as her kids jockeyed for position around us and between us.  Picaso-inspired colouring...
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