Letting Go...To Grasp What Really Matters
“I can feel you with me in the darkness Reaching out a hand to pull me through Sadness used to think that it owned me Now sadness has to share me with you.” –Matt Nathanson, Sadness I’ve been holding onto a piece of paper for several weeks—a poem of sorts that I started in August when I was feeling sad…
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I’d pretty much assumed our hand-holding days were over. She’s 15, after all. But during an African Road Learning Trip this summer to Rwanda, my daughter repeatedly reached for my hand. Yes, hearing personal accounts from survivors and perpetrators of the 1994 Genocide was extremely difficult. Yes, we were thousands of miles away from anyone and anything familiar. Yes, the…
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“I am scared that I won’t get it right But fear won’t rule my heart tonight I can change I can change I can still change I can still change.” -Lake Street Drive, I Can Change I’ve been walking past something important for months. It’s an elderly woman, and she sits in the window of her ranch-style home that’s overgrown…
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“I’ll be awful sometimes Weakened to my knees But I’ll learn to get by On little victories.” –Matt Nathanson, Little Victories I’ve been quiet in my writing spaces for a while—this is not to say I haven’t been thinking, feeling, and processing. I’ve been doing a lot of that. But when you sit with the most beautiful and heartbreaking…
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“I walked across an empty land I knew the pathway like the back of my hand I felt the earth beneath my feet Sat by the river, and it made me complete. Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting old, and I need something to rely on So tell me, when you’re gonna let me in I’m getting…
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“So young to be the words of your own song I know the rage in you is strong Write a world where we can belong To each other and sing it like no other.” -U2 “Tell me something bad that happened in the world today.” That was the request my daughter Natalie made every night, starting at age four. This…
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