The art of living · moving through
Survival
After the storm comes the long ordinary middle — the quiet, stubborn work of moving through. Not the triumphant part of the story, but the keeping-on when you cannot yet see why. These are the days we endured, and what they taught us in the dark.
Latest Survival
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Keep this gathering of women with eyes tiny like us!
I’m inspired by the feast of women I saw the other day. Those black like me. Those that begin from the womb and continue long past a day. I know our imperfections are nothing, that our light is everything, that we gather loving those we would give our everything. I have seen where women build…
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Keep this season so joyful!
They say children will grow. Once when Christmas cookies all decked in red and green are made and baked. Eyes full of joy, twelve if you are counting, will break an egg, then pour the flour and knead the butter as if they have learnt to see with their mouths full of joy. Then they…
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Keep a fruitful day!
They possess a look, a feel, a thing, that can only be described as joy. Those many may not know. Those hidden. Those few remember. Those we choose to keep. For day after day and of course on this most colorful day, they help us spread joy to all. Happy Halloween from my fruitful family…
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Keep making us proud!
Sometimes it’s the small things that matter. A gathering, with children, all equipped to tell a different story, paint their story, in a different way. Sometimes it’s the small things that matter and tonight, everything you all did, alone, on stage, was a divine as you.
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Keep confidence even when confused!
Soccer season started yesterday. My baby started his first game confused about this sport. At first he sat down with his teammates and watched as they got up and went to the field. Then it was his turn and he was asked to join them in the field. The coach asked if he would kick…
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Keep a rainbow fish!
The first time I saw the fish, I did not know it was made of rainbows. There were different colors in the middle. Red, orange, violet, indigo and green and he spoke of if it as if it was him. The first time I watched him described his art, he sounded different, pride, joy, different.…
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Keep smiling!
The first artwork my last baby, the one born during the early months of the pandemic brought back from school will forever be cherished. Not because he is a budding artist. But rather for it’s simple message. Smile. Tomorrow will be better. Smile. Today may seem messy. Smile. Tomorrow is all you need. So smile.




