Tag: Wisdom
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Hospice: Humanity In It’s Houseshoes
Hospice workers do not meet people in polished moments. They meet them where life has spilled out onto the floor a little.Some folks think hospice workers spend their days around death.But honestly?We spend most our days around humanity in its house shoes.Not polished humanity. Not church-clothes humanity. Not Facebook-profile humanity.House shoes humanity.The kind with gravy…
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The Difficult Garden
Some folks are easy to love.Some arrive into a room soft as worn quilts and fresh bread, and compassion rises up naturally as birdsong.And then there are the others.The sharp-edged ones. The opinionated ones. The ones who say things that make your spirit flinch. The ones carrying whole generations of fear, pride, prejudice, loneliness, religion,…
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A Porch Is Rebellion Against Frantic Living
Not because nothing happens there. Lord no. Porches have held more life than most city streets ever will. Babies rocked to sleep there. Beans snapped into bowls. Stories stretched long past dark. Grief sat quietly in rocking chairs while somebody brought sweet tea without asking. Storms rolled over mountains while old folks watched the sky…
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Sometimes A Granny Gotta Preach
Bel, the Dragon, and a chapter of Daniel that got left out. There is a story most Protestant Christians were never taught… Daniel 14. It’s called Bel and the Dragon, and it was once included as part of the book of Daniel in ancient Scripture. Catholics and Orthodox Christians still keep it. But for many…
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Power or Reverence
There’s a thing about holding power, and most folks don’t talk about it plain. Not because they don’t feel it.But because they’ve been taught to look for it in the wrong places. They think power lives in politics, in boardrooms, in pulpits, in wealth, in titles stitched on a name badge or printed on a…
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The Dandelion Lesson
Some nights the world feels like it’s coming apart at the seams.You turn on the news or scroll through the glowing box in your hand and it’s all the same story told a thousand ways: power grabbing, men shouting, systems grinding like tired gears that forgot what they were built to do in the first…
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A Bedtime Story About Fear
Once upon a time, before fear got tangled up with faith and folks started hollering louder than they listened, the world was watched over by keepers. Not kings.Not devils.Guardians. Every people knew them, even if we called them different names.Some said Watchers.Some said dragons sleeping under mountains.Some said Green Man, Wild Man, little people, or…
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Threshold Vow
I no longer allow the dilution of my spirit by fear-based systems or borrowed beliefs. I refuse to let old programming encapsulate my soul or shrink my knowing. She is free now — free to roam this life guided by intuition, unburdened by voices that once tried to still her heart, quiet her tongue, or…
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Truth – A Perspective
What if truth is actually perspective? Then truth ain’t a single straight fence line running across the field.It’s more like a quilt —same scraps, different hands, different stitches,different reasons for where the seam turns. If truth were only one rigid thing, it would break people.Perspective is the mercy that lets truth be heldwithout shattering the…
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Before The Longest Night – Mother’s Eve
Long before Christmas had a name, there was Mother’s Eve—the night before the Winter Solstice, when women tended the hearth and listened close. It was the eve of the longest night, when the dark reached its full stretch and then, without fanfare, began to loosen its grip. Mothers knew this turning by feel, not by…
Granny Woman 