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The Birth of Wyatt Everest
When I sit down to try to write about my son’s birth, it seems so clinical, like I am just reciting facts, something that happened so someone else. It’s a funny thing about having a baby. Most people want to know stats and numbers: how much did he weigh, how long he was, how long Continue reading
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Here’s To The Fools Who Dream
Remember when you were 19 and the whole world was yours? It was so open and astounding and you knew you could conquer it. You were convinced your life had deep meaning and purpose. You knew it was your destiny to change the world. So you took risks. You went out on a limb. You Continue reading
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His Strength Is Mine
It’s funny how life comes back around in cycles. I often find myself in the same place, learning the same lessons over again which I thought I had conquered years ago. I guess your own history repeats itself. Nothing really changes, but everything does. The universe is more circular than we realize. And our inner selves Continue reading
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All the Right Reasons- Thoughts on Pregnancy, Love & Staying Fit
I’ve always had a disdain for exercise. Maybe because I am not athletic, or because when I was younger I didn’t think I needed it because I had a super high metabolism and could eat whatever I wanted and stayed skinny. Maybe it’s because it was forced on me when I attended a strict Christian Continue reading
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Doors
they say just walk right through when it’s open but sometimes the noise is too loud to find your footing I still dream of that perfect place where the windows are always open and the outside and inside are one so there are no dark corners walls are safe and secure and they keep us yearning even when Continue reading
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The Poetry Marathon
Today I participated in The Poetry Marathon. Basically, you sign up and commit to writing a poem every hour for 12 hours (the half marathon) or 24 hours for the full marathon. I decided to do the half marathon because I need my beauty sleep. I signed up last minute in hopes to kick myself Continue reading
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My Wilderness
we say wilderness like it’s a dirty word as if purity is something to fear untouched by society and progress wild, yes, but necessary complicated, yes, but simple a dangerous beauty to embrace and yet we are terrified by: cold, heat, hunger, weakness, work the very things that make us fantastically alive yet we want Continue reading
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Translating the Wind
somewhere between where I was and where I am going, I reside abandoning all other options careless to the chaos of choice the noise ceases and I am still Oh restless heart, make peace with yourself a decade ago I wandered from city to small town overwhelmed by the meaning in every place, person, and moment every Continue reading
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Where’s Jesus?
Every night, I pray with Aurelia. Sometimes it feels special and even sacred. Mostly it feels like routine, and occasionally just meaningless words. Lately, she’s been talking and communicating and understanding more than I could have imagines for someone who is not even 2 yet. The past week or so, when we pray she asks Continue reading
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Brooke Gale LouvieR 