Category: spiritual
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Bonaventure Dreaming
Bonaventure is called a graveyard, a town of the dead, but the few graves are powerless in such a depth of life. The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, the joyous confidence of flowers, the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, mark this place of graves as one of the Lord’s most favored…
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The Glass Chapel
For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel. –Martin Luther I must confess that as of late, I have been more the meditative soul than the dreamer. This has been due in part to a two week long battle with the flu, the resulting medications of which continually knocked…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 3/3)
I cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead- . He is just away!With a cheery smile, and a wave of the handHe has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fairIt needs must be, since he lingers there. –James Whitcomb Riley, Away In late June of 2008, a mere…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 2/3)
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandchild. –Victor Hugo After grieving for Sammy throughout most of my childhood, death, at some point, became merely a distant threat again. I thought of him most days, admittedly do even now, but tears had subsided into…
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Mourning in the Digital Age (pt. 1/3)
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. CrownedWith lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. –Edna St. Vincent…
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The PICC Line
Cancer’s life is a recapitulation of the body’s life, its existence a pathological mirror of our own. –Dr. Siddhartha Mukherjee, The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer When it comes to cancer, I am no stranger. Diagnosed with neuroendocrine carcinoid cancer at age 21, I know the terror and disbelief that comes with hearing the words “you have cancer”. I was fortunate…
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The Call of Wolves
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. -George Carlin Wolves have featured heavily in my dreams since childhood, so I thought I’d share one of my favorite little wolf dreams with you all. Though short, it felt like years had passed between sleeping and waking.
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Memento Mori
At sunset, the little soul that had come with the dawning went away, leaving heartbreak behind it. -L. M. Montgomery The hurricane brought with it all of the expected hardships: wind, rain, flooding, downed trees, power outages. For me, it also brought a unique opportunity to look for old family photographs as I attempted to…
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The Star-Crossed Wanderers
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. — Edgar Allan Poe I have never been one for blogging. Not one for much public exposition on the whole, honestly. My social media activities consist of occasionally posting pictures of pets and places,…
Just a Poor Ghost 