Share Your Favorite Parts

We can all express, in painstaking detail, our perceived flaws. There is usually one thing in particular that we don’t like about our bodies. That body part has its very own compartment in our brains. It lurks like a bully. It grows ever larger in the mirror. It’s a constant menace. I’ve fixated on my
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Are You Voting for Love?

We’ve certainly heard enough about hatred this campaign season and all kinds of other negative notions to despair over. The thing is, I don’t see our choice as a party choice or a platform choice. Our vote is a choice on behalf of our nation’s soul. In addition to the long laundry list of astonishing
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From Love Comes Courage

“The way I see it, courage comes from love. There’s a big unseen current of love that hums through the world, and some plug into it more than others, more deeply and surely, and they get more power from it. And it fills them with courage. It makes everything possible.” Peggy Noonan, Wall Street Journal,
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Soul Survival

I woke up this morning to a night sky and headed for my rocking chair that sits outside facing the horizon. Stars were still in the sky and a sliver of the moon was just above the horizon. Looking up I wondered why we readily make wishes upon stars and struggle to really believe in
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Today’s for Listening

I’ve been in Catholic school ever since my mom could get a bow to stick to my head. After 17 years of formal education in the ways of the church, I have Catholic reflexes, but I can hardly tell you a Bible story, all the deadly sins, or all seven sacraments. I was a terrible
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Morning Fantasies

Every morning, I sit outside in my rocking chair and watch the sky. When I can shelf the shoulds and need-to-dos that crowd my head, I think good, dreamy thoughts. It’s a conscious effort. This morning I had a delicious one. I am a daily columnist for a newspaper, any newspaper. I write bits of
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What A Smart Little Plant

I remember my Aunt Kay telling me how much she enjoys a plant called Portulaca. I wasn’t moved at the time. I bought one this summer because the horticulturalist at the nursery told me it is “drought tolerant.” I live in Atlanta where the heat sucks the life out of everything in the summer. This
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Remember To Be Sad

There was an annunciation in the grey sheet of a sky this morning, a heart-shaped clearing where you could see a streak of bright white cloud announcing the sun behind it. There are many ways to interpret that vision. Hopeful, prophetic, spiritual, motivational. Today, it’s just a striking sunrise. I have a vision for my
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You Can Start Over and Over

I just started rereading Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. The book is all soul and inspiration. It was written 50 years ago when Anne went to the beach to reflect on the pattern of her life. At the beginning of the book, she talks about her affinity for freshly sharpened pencils. I
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