HeyJaredHazel Knight
Exploring what belonging means across cultures, climates, and seasons. Less self-help, more soul work. I practice paying attention, being astonished, and telling about it.(TY, Mary Oliver).
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On Leaving, Returning, and Staying a While (opens the original)
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Well, hello again, out here on the socials.About nine months ago, I mostly wandered away from most social media, well, except Substack. I didn’t make some grand announcement or dramatically delete all my accounts. I just got tired. Tired of the noise, tired of the outrage machine, and, if I’m honest, tired of noticing what participating in all of it was doing to me. I do love to sling a snarky “bless your heart” when the haters get to hatin’.So I left for a while.Now I’m dipping my toes back in,
All of Them Got on the MRT With Me (opens the original)
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I went to church yesterday.Now, that’s a fairly banal sentence standing alone at the top of a blog post, but for me it was a huge leap of, well, faith, yes, and courage and audacity and vulnerability.I’m in the process of returning to ministry, not exactly as a Christian minister, but as a wandering soul equipped with a Christian seminary education, a decade of world travel, and a big ole rainbow flag flying high in my heart.I love me some Jesus, and I we
My therapist, pastor and guide, Dolly Parton (opens the original)
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Upon hearing the news about Dolly Parton’s passing today I began to think of all the chapters of my life where her music walked beside me. Thank you, Dolly, for singing me to laughter, tears, strength and hope all these years. Rest in the well earned peace as your light shines on.When I was young and embarrassed about being unable to afford the latest jean craze or name brand sweaters, there was “Coat of Many Colors.”“But they didn’t understand it and I tried to make them seeThat one is only poo
The Ghosts We Choose to Feed (opens the original)
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I was in a bit of a hurry when I got to the bus stop. There were a few people who looked like they’d already been waiting in the sweltering Singapore sun for more than a few minutes, so I was hopeful my bus would rock up pretty soon. I had my little shopping trolley with blue racing stripes in tow and a grocery list for the week’s meals circling in my head.That’s when an uncle smiled at me. I politely smiled back.Then he extended a bit of paper toward me and smiled even wider.My impulse was to s
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