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I want to break every single rule there is (opens the original)
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Dear holy and mischievous reader,Today I would like to share with you a piece I wrote about a year ago during a particularly heated and tired phase of my life, in the depths of menopause transition. I am happy to share I am in a different season now and I stepped out of my cocoon recently toward the second spring of my life. And yet, I love the raw sentiments in this piece and I would like more people to read it before I move on to new grounds in my writing. I hope new blooms are forming in you
Lost & Found (opens the original)
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Zazen, Sabbaths and No Worries My Love (opens the original)
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Hello dear Holy Mischievians. Welcome to our monthly Mystery Week offering. We never know what we are doing on this week until we get here, which keeps us on our toes and stays interesting. This week, Filiz’s good idea is for each of us to share a few poems with you. We have recorded ourselves speaking them on camera and you can also find the text for each one, below. We hope you enjoy them as much as we do. Also, to let you know, we are both traveling in October and November. Debra and her husb
The View from My Knees (opens the original)
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I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.I do know how to pay attention, how to fall downinto the grass, how to kneel down in the grass-- Mary Oliver1I am reveling in the transition from late summer to early fall which is now upon us. The crickets have joined the cicada and katydid choir with their high-pitched trills and chirrups. The six juvenile wild turkeys are almost as big as their ever-vigilant mama, but they still have their baby voices and move like a burbling flotilla across
My Dear Nepal (opens the original)
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The wind is howling outside my window. We’ve had no power due to high winds and fire hazard since yesterday.I am sitting quietly, feeling the intensity of the past week. All I can think of is the massive disaster that unfolded in Nepal. My heart goes out to everyone who experienced this devastating ordeal.Far away from the Tibetan plateau and ice-capped mountains, I, too, have been witnessing the weather patterns changing in my little village. I live in southwestern Türkiye, on the Aegean coast.
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