HeyJaredDoraine’s Reflections
Pondering with purpose on life, death, doubt, and redemption.
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I Just Want to Dance (opens the original)
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I think it was third grade. My teacher’s name was Mrs. Floyd. On the playground one day, she told us to be butterflies. Mary wasn’t a close friend. I don’t remember her last name. I don’t remember ever having a conversation with her. But Mary became a butterfly. She flitted and floated around the basketball court, impervious to stares and laughter. I don’t know if she was a dancer or just a beautifully free spirit, but her playground dance impacted me mightily. I wanted to dance like that. But d
Desert Beauty (opens the original)
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I’m really ready for summer to be over, but our desert heat is unrelenting. We all know this, those of us who live here, but by the end of August, we are wishing for relief. While we haven’t had a lot of rain this summer, an occasional monsoon usually dampens the temperature for a day or so. I do love watching our storms roll over the mountains. Often they get stuck there, right at the ridge line. We get the beauty, but not the rain. You can see the shafts of rain trailing from clouds in the dis
Returning to Familiar Ground (opens the original)
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Do you remember the year the world shut down? Sometimes it feels both impossibly far away and as though it happened yesterday.My yoga studio closed, my husband died, and I left my lifelong home in Georgia for the desert of Arizona. My faith was challenged in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible. I lived with doubt, questions, anger, and loneliness. My first year in Arizona didn’t really even count. In Georgia, I taught yoga from a Christ-centered perspective. My goal was to help my Christian f
A Quick MidSummer Catchup (opens the original)
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One of the highlights of my summer has been a trip with my sixteen-year-old granddaughter to Mount Rushmore. We laughed a lot and created the kind of memories I suspect we’ll both carry long after we’ve forgotten the details of the trip.From there I traded Tucson’s triple-digit heat for a few days at the beach. The East Coast has its own version of summer, all humidity and salt air, but at least the temperatures are kinder. I’ve been reminded that changing scenery changes more than the view.I me
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