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Hope: in the middle of the kind of tension in the air that can be cut by conversations, I am trying to water the seeds of hope. The kind of hope that will rebuild and show care to each other, no matter what. The kind of hope that fills up the divides and grows humanity…
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Purple boots. My friend Autumn had a habit of choosing a color and that color was the color for the month or a few months and then she would change. One month, as I was picking her up for our pedicures and manicure girl day she told me she wanted purple boots. So we went…
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What happened to compassion? Where is the ability to have debate on facts? I remember being in a debate class and using facts mattered, especially if you wanted to win. What happened to caring? We can’t just keep pushing the wrong into the abyss. We have to decide to do. Sitting at home on Facebook…
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After Aaron died it was November and when the holidays came I could not shop. Other people helped me because I could not do it. Large crowds of Christmas cheer tore me apart. After a while I learned a trick for Aaron’s birthday I would buy something he would love and give to someone in…
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Yesterday, my family and I took a walk out on Hamlin Lake. The quiet sense of the snow and the ice was pretty amazing. I am humbled by the love of my family, by the constant support in so many ways. We love to have deep conversation, and share in all aspects of living. I…
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Embolic: return of the light. A day of reflection and intention Bridgit is the goddess and Saint I most identify with. She is a wordsmith poet as well as smith with weapons. She tends the fire awakens the spring and growth . She holds the hearth but fiercely protects it. She can spin magic with…
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There are two big anniversaries for me to celebrate this year. The first is the 15 year of arts in Motion studio becoming a non profit. The second is the 40th year since I moved to GR to start teaching dance. In 1986 my son and I ventured across the state at the invitation of…
