Guest Post: by Amy Breitmann {I first met Amy in November, 2013, at Laity Lodge and remember how we howled with laughter (and tears) next to a crackling fire with Kelli Woodford and Paula Gamble. That glorious weekend of no internet, meant we connected with many of our writing friends who, before then, were mostly online. Out of that, Amy and I became fast friends and if you know her, she has a way with others, of making you...
Read MoreIn Texas, Fall whispers to us with exception of the occasional Scarlet or Shummard Oak, Hickory tree, or the dull yellow of a mangled Bodark. But before change was evident, my family headed west. Years ago, in our apartment in Bad Windshiem, Germany, my husband and I promised ourselves to travel stateside, to be as intentional at home as we were abroad. We’d traveled much of Europe. On the antiquated cobblestone streets...
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“We all know that when courage dies, creativity dies with it. We all know that fear is a desolate boneyard where our dreams go to desiccate in the hot sun.” Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic–Creative Living Beyond Fear There really is no such thing as Fear Not, at least not an altogether, not. When it comes to taking risk, fear haunts us. Before we can even put ourselves out there, fear will be there leading us...
Read More“Though I recommend it to no one–and I do not need to, for it arrives unbidden into many lives–depression compelled me to find the river of life hidden beneath the ice.” Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak Nobody comes to the end of one’s self, in a rush. Instead we come sliding in sideways, breathless and wide-eyed. We come here because we are un-done and we are done with our old life. We come because...
Read More“True religion is removed from diets and days, from garments and ceremonies, and placed where it belongs–in the union of the spirit of man with the Spirit of God.” AW Tozer, Man: The Dwellling Place of God This is for the tired and hungry, the dry and thirsty. It’s for the desert dwellers, the valley walkers, and the lonely lepers. It’s for the panting stream seekers. This is for the mountain climbers, the...
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When I was young, I dreamt of flying. Some weeks, it was every night. I woke up thinking I still could. I flew above rooftops, slipped through massive power lines into a sky that was neither bright or dull. I was free, suspended as if an astronaut outside the shuttle, floating. There was no steering. No superwoman cape. No control. Just a soft rising. But the dreams turned nightmare when black clouds crept up the horizon....
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