HeyJaredAround the Campfire
Welcome all seekers and travelers! Welcome to my little campfire. Grab a chair and make a S'more. I know it can be so cold out there in the wild. You are safe here. Can I share a story with you? It's all about how fear is no match for love.
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- Sep 29, 2026
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The Red Door (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI am nine. There is a house four blocks away with a red door. Not just red. Stanley Hotel elevator-blood red. I always wanted to knock on it. My friend Richard told me a ghost lived inside the house. “The door turned red when she died,” he said grimly. I believed his lie. But I believed a lot of shit back then. Things like: Mr.Santa. Supernatural bunny rabbits. That long division mattered. My birth was planned. “What ha
when hope chooses form (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI have been carrying hope in my pocket like it was polished gemstone for years whenever trouble came I’d squeeze hope tightly in my shaking hand recently though, I somehow lost my hope I have no idea if I put it down somewhere or if it slipped out while I was fumbling for my keys without being able to hold onto hope I soon became lost myself After a while of wandering in the wild on my own I bumped into hope ~ who looked so
The Safe Little Phantom (opens the original)
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Over the past decade I have had my life burnt down to the roots. The loss of so many things that I thought were important has haunted me…radicalized me into the weirdest little hermit. The hurt I went through trained me to hide from the world. But here’s the thing. Being a ghost can be so fucking boring. Lately, I am trying to see what may happen if I leave my haunted home I locked myself inside of.Around the Cam
John and Michelle talk free Heart Write Soul on 9/23 (opens the original)
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Thank you , , and many others for tuning into my live video with as we chatted about our upcoming free Heart Write Soul writing session on Sept 23rd from 2-3PM CST. HWS is a project we started two summers ago as a way to get humans together in a virtual room to write together. This isn’t a “write to win the room” kind of community or “write to get a million dollar book deal.” There is no critiquing or one-upping. Just fresh words given life without judgment. It’s a collection of skin-
Yes, I speak sheepdog. (opens the original)
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I took a walk with my spoiled 5-year old sheepdog, Ralph this morning. The weather forecast said it wouldn’t start raining for an hour. Apparently that app with run by anarchists who enjoy spreading chaos. Of course, it poured on us before we go home. I’m trying to get used to how Midwest weather can be such a fickle lover. Hot. Cold. Gentle. Thunderous. Serene. Wildcat. All in the same twelve hours. The faster the rain fell the faster my little legs moved. Ralph had other plans.What’s it with r
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