Tag Archives: lessons I’d like to tip my hat to my amazing counselor who helped me tear down the wall once and for all so that I can actually cry. Gee, thanks. HA! I now tear up and sometimes outright cry ALL. THE. TIME. This is, of course, a good thing. It’s also a little weird to get…  Me: Now that we have new running shoes, we can finally run every day. Daughter: Yeah, because THAT is why we weren’t already running every day. (She comes by her sarcasm honestly. Straight through the genes, I tell ya!) I have this idea that I want to run. I no longer think about marathons, but…  Every day, we are assaulted with the noise of a busy, busy world. In the middle of the noise, when we’re occupied with the nonsense, real life happens. Tragedy happens. Maybe it’s from afar and you catch it on the news. Maybe it’s the next town over. Maybe it’s your friend’s child. It happens like…  “Don’t worry,” says a friend who has left college. “I won’t be a failure.” I wasn’t worrying. “Don’t worry,” says a friend who realized the military life she thought she wanted wasn’t right for her after all. “I’m going to do great things.” I wasn’t worrying. You see, we get so wrapped up in what…  The earth has a way of cleansing itself with fire. It’s devastating, but all that eventually grows after is always more beautiful. Beauty from ashes… When I shared this image on Facebook – – my beautiful mother-in-law commented: Just remember, out of all the burned ground there will be new growth and a new life…the…  “I’ll keep him here with me when you go back.” Him is Red, our fourteen-year-old cat. Here is my son’s apartment in Colorado Springs, our place of escape as we evacuate our small town. And Go Back is home, where we long to be, even if it will take almost three hours to get there,…  I am so extremely thankful to live in a small town, the kind of town that welcomes us home after evacuations – - and so thankful for community, even as we mourn the loss of four of our own. Life is full of beauty and ugliness, up and down. I am thankful to have my…  I sometimes say my spiritual gifts are mercy, the ability to see others who are hurting, and sarcasm. Minus maybe that last one (but it IS a gift, I tell ya!). Recently, I connected with another wounded soul and I found myself repeating to her, “I see you. I see you. I see you.” It… 
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