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The Quiet Sanctuary of Swampy Bottom Acres There is a gentle power in the quiet places we call our own. Peace, so often sought in distant lands or through complicated means, is sometimes waiting beneath our very feet—woven into the soil, the sound of the rain on the tin roof, the whispers of the wind…
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Journalism is the profession I admire most. A much younger me, had the dream of becoming a newspaper writer, a journalist, columnist, the female version of Lewis Grizzard. In a world full of noise and misinformation, REAL journalists stand out as the people who dig for the facts and share them with everyone, even when…
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Reflections on the Pulse of a Weekday Morning There is a distinct flavor to waking up on a Monday. I was raised to see Sunday as the Seventh Day, the day God rested… Monday signals a new week one that will end with a day of rest reflection and recovery lately… The sun rises as…
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Life, old age, and the ongoing evolution of time and change. The day unfurls in gentle shades of gray, the sky a vast expanse of pewter clouds pressed low and unhurried. Even the morning light seems tentative, diffused through veils of mist and the silent whisper of drizzle on the windowpane. It is a day…
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If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell? It was a dream of mine for a minute, I was nearing the end of my Master’s in Clinical Counseling, working in a Shop downtown where space was rented to vendors who sold whatever they gathered to sell. In older days it…
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What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time? I suppose growing older and wiser, or I would like to believe, has given me a deeper insight into what truly is of importance… I will say the evolution of the world that we are in the midst of leads me to…
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You know, when I sit down to write for my blog, I’m just one person with a keyboard, juggling thoughts about life, the world, and what it means to show up as a force for good—even in small ways. I don’t expect to change the planet overnight, but I do quietly hope that my words…
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A Gray Dawn Rising… Good morning from the deep south, where the horizon wakes gently beneath a heavy, gray sky. The hush outside my window is almost tangible, as if the clouds have pressed their palm against the world, muffling even the birds’ earliest songs. The trees stand in silhouette, the moss draped limbs swaying…
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Describe your life in an alternate universe. Life lately seems to be an alternative reality… The rise of old hate, old prejudices, news that has no basis in truth but yarns woven to enhance the despicable behaviors of people in power. People, men, women, and children, being snatched from the streets, homes, businesses, and fields…
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There are days when the air feels thick, as if every breath must be forced through a veil woven with uncertainty and urgency. Lately, it seems that each morning in America is greeted not by lightness, but by the heaviness of questions that linger in the national consciousness. Life, always a complicated journey, has in…
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