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Haiti: Just Let Me Be Jesus

December 9, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

  He’s standing in the back, watching. I brush my hand across the black nubbiness of his head. I bend over and reach down. “Would you like up?” He raises his arms, and I pick him up, balance him on my right hip. I sway to the music and sing in the dark night of […]

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Scripture Sunday: Ready to Serve

December 7, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

  In the stillness,

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Still Saturday: Choosing Solitude

December 7, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

“Jesus, of course, was well aware His presence and words were in demand. That is precisely why He traded an hour or two of sleep for time alone. For Jesus, solitude and quiet, reflection and prayer, were lifeblood . . . “As Dallas Willard observed, these times of chosen solitude, deprived of noise and activity […]

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Seed of Yahweh

December 22, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

I’ve been thinking about this seed of Yahweh planted in the cave of a woman-child. Confined and nurtured in soft dark womb, nourished with her every heartbeat. And how cells of cell multiplied until he fluttered light. Then stretched and rose like yeast bread in her warm belly. Until her body could no longer contain […]

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Textures of Text: King of My Heart

April 26, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

  Everywhere I turn these days, it’s about the heart. There’s the one that beats within my chest. The one for which I have to wear this goofy event monitor for a whole month and then stress it in a couple of days. The one that controls my physical body. But there’s also the one […]

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Sunday Seasoned Sayings: He. Is. Risen!

April 24, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

Why do you look for the living     among the dead?       He is not here.     HE. IS. RISEN! Luke 24:5-6 (NIV)   Resurrection Blessings,  

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Fuel for the Weekend: I Thirst

April 22, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

They did not thirst when he led them through the deserts; he made water flow for them from the rock; he split the rock and water gushed out. ~Isaiah 48:21 (NIV) I thirst. I don’t know if the words shook me awake a couple weeks ago or if they waited on my headboard to pierce […]

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God on His Knees

April 21, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

  I spoke once, maybe twice that day. Given my best, and what energy remained leaked through the cold metal of the folding chair and pooled on the floor. We sat towards the back of the conference room, and I wanted to be engaged with what the next speaker shared. But my head hurt, and […]

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Fuel for the Weekend: Whisper His Name

February 25, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

The name of Jesus is the one lever that lifts the world.  ~Author Unknown Early morning light bathed the bedroom. My husband kissed me goodbye, and I rolled over on my left side. I heard the door close and the lock turn. I went back to sleep. And woke with a start. I was not […]

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I’m a Liar

December 22, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I’m a liar. I said it would be a quiet week. That I wouldn’t post much. But I’m a liar. And I have to confess. Get it off my chest. I’m a liar. And worse. I’m a liar mom. I perpetuated the Santa myth. I overspent and hid gifts and piled them under the tree […]

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For most of us, knowledge of our world comes large For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind. One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, "What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?" ~ Rachel Carson in The Sense of Wonder
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Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faith Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever. ~ Psalm 136:1
A tale of two iguanas... I did not see the iguana A tale of two iguanas... I did not see the iguana in the background until I downloaded the photos. That, I believe, is the one that got caught in one of the openings in the neighbor's chain link fence. We tried in several (safe) ways to dislodge it without luck and could think of no other option but to leave it. Somehow it apparently dislodged itself. We also believe this is the pair that was getting into another neighbor's garden. We haven't seen either one since the last cold snap, so we are wondering if they survived. 
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Thinking some may have tumbled from their perches last night. Pretty sure it will be raining iguanas tonight since we are under a frost advisory. It's cold. And windy.
Just sing... sing a song... Singing our way into Just sing... sing a song... 

Singing our way into the weekend.
"We don't just see. We learn to see." ~ Russ Ramse "We don't just see. We learn to see." ~ Russ Ramsey in Rembrandt is in the Wind
Now you see me... now you don't. Now you see me... now you don't.
"I started looking and listening. I realized that "I started looking and listening. I realized that work, like life, is shot through with poetry. It was everywhere. I was so taken with what I discovered that I wrote a book about it." @gyoung9751 
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Whether you work in an office, a retail store, a restaurant, or at home... Whether you work on roads or on power lines, or on high buildings...Whether you collect trash or preach sermons, or care for your kiddos. Whether you do art, or weave words, or take photos of a common gallinule AKA moorhen AKA swamp chicken--it's all shot through with poetry.
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So pay attention. Find a poem.
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Read more at https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2023/01/10/its-poetry-at-work-day-2023/
Rising… Rising…
Everyone needs a little balance in life. And maybe Everyone needs a little balance in life. And maybe a beauty routine. And breakfast. Especially breakfast. I wonder if it consists of a few fire ants. I hope so. (Well, not mine. I'm having oatmeal with chia seeds. What are you having this morning?)
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P.S. Happy Friday!
"Though your destination is not yet clear You can "Though your destination is not yet clear You can trust the promise of this opening; Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning That is at one with your life's desire." ~John O'Donohue 
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A blessing for a new beginning in a new year. I'm sure he wrote it especially for me. At least I'm claiming it. Maybe it will speak to you, too.
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Also, I'd really like this skirt --> 
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Read the whole poem--> -->
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Well, bummer... The whole page didn't print. Read it in the comments below.
"What precocity, a bird half the size Of an Anjou "What precocity, a bird half the size
Of an Anjou pear." ~ Stephen Kuusisto in "The Mockingbird on Central" (Find it in The Poets Guide to the Birds edited by Judith Kitchen and Ted Kooser)
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"The morning pages are the primary tool of creative recovery." ~ Julia Cameron in The Artist's Way. 
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I've been in a long creative drought, so I started morning pages--again. This time I've got a bit of an accountability group through @refineretreat's Refinery--which I finally also joined this year. I'll turn 74 this month. I'm not ready to grow old while I age--though everything does seem to take longer while time goes by faster.
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#aweandwonder #tsaweandwonder
Tonight’s walk in the neighborhood. I’m still Tonight’s walk in the neighborhood. I’m still kinda amazed that out of all the places we could have ended up after moving from a place I said I’d never move from), here we are—planted right next to the northern Everglades. Six-plus years, and I still shake my head in wonder.
"So fancy is the world..." ~ Mary Oliver in "This "So fancy is the world..." ~ Mary Oliver in "This World." #aweandwonder #tsaweandwonder
Look, Mom! I can walk on water! #aweandwonder #tsa Look, Mom! I can walk on water! #aweandwonder #tsaweandwonder
Gazing into 2023 like… Let’s take it step by Gazing into 2023 like… 
Let’s take it step by step with hope and courage. Also I hope to be posting again more often.
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Happy New Year!
The morning before the last morning of 2022. 🌴 The morning before the last morning of 2022. 
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71 degrees. Heading to 83. I can live with that.
From the top of Brasstown Bald—the highest point From the top of Brasstown Bald—the highest point in Georgia at 4784 feet.
Winding roads… Winding roads…
Tonight's moon. It's kinda okay. Tonight's moon. It's kinda okay.
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