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The War You Left Inside My Mind… [a 5 minute insight talk given in San Jose, July 2015]

I’ve written 5 talks trying to bend my insights to the kindness and honesty themes. At 11:30 Saturday night, I finally decided that Dr. David can address the themes since the main talk is his arena and I will talk … Continue reading

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I Do Declare

I declare each of us to be “home” Right here and right now. We are home in this moment, home within ourselves, within the walls of this sanctuary called “Body.” God is inside our hearts and we live always from … Continue reading

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Off She Goes…

…Like a shot in the dark. It is an amazing thing, grief. It’s as powerful as I imagine God to be, if God were to show up as a state of being. I can not ever say which stage I’m … Continue reading

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My Tenant and My Neighbor

Grief is the new tenant who, once in the door, refuses to cooperate and cannot be evicted. No one forsakes Grief. She is patient and remembers EVERYTHING – her raging passion must be endured until she has paralyzed every sinew and woven every tear. Continue reading

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Compassion

Compassion A great rose colored door That portal to the knowing of suffering and connection to the love that will heal it. A door I have no choice about passing through, rather, I am sucked out from the center of … Continue reading

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What’s NOT on my mind?

Having completed ministerial school… Continue reading

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Dance, Anyone?

As I sat down to return to my writing (finally, and at long last) I perused some recent blogs. Each one with a picture or video placed strategically here and there. It began to niggle me a little, the time … Continue reading

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