HeyJaredLove, Maur Substack
Artfully dodging through life with a sacred gaze and irreverent smirk. Teacher of A Course in Miracles.
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- Sep 17, 2026
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Smoke Show (opens the original)
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I sit on the bottom stair and listen to the laughter bellowing from my sisters’ attic bedrooms. Our home has a caste system. The kids on the second floor are the losers, the babies, the ones who have not made the cut.Three bedrooms sit on the second floor. My two younger brothers occupy one, total nose pickers. My parents are in the other room, and the third room is mine, along with anyone from the upper class who is being grounded for bad grades, staying out too late, fighting with a sibling, o
The Law of the Sea (opens the original)
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I once hitchhiked to Florida and ended up in Upstate New York. I was sixteen and not well-versed in travel. For Christmas, my sister got me a sweatshirt that read, “Florida bound point me South.”It’s a pretty well-documented fact that when you make plans, God laughs. Not a sadistic laugh, more like how your sister laughs as she watches you march confidently in the wrong direction. With a bit of pride in your moxie and a relish for getting front-row seats to your self, you will run riot. Making p
Sobbing, Stillness and Song (opens the original)
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On my way home, my sister drops me at the airport, and we both realize that I forgot to put my suitcase in the car. She dumps the contents of her purse to give me an extra bag to take with me. And then we laugh, hug, and wave goodbye.This is life. This is death. So intermingled that it is hard to tell them apart.This past week we gathered to mourn. But what it looked like was not necessarily a celebration of death, but a carnival of life. We laughed, cried, told stories, broke bread, danced, hug
Take Me to the Church of Flesh and Awe (opens the original)
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Entering church as a child was like crossing a threshold into another world.Outside, life was loud. Car doors slammed. Children chased one another across the parking lot. Dogs barked, babies cried, and the whole world bustled with errands and expectations.And then the thick wooden doors would slowly swing shut behind us with the softest sound of pa-ah, as though the church itself had just exhaled. And suddenly, the bright, busy noise of ordinary life disappeared as though God Herself had somehow
The Master Class of Grief (opens the original)
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This past week, I spent with my family singing, dancing, storytelling, and sharing short spasms of silence... very short. We came together to celebrate the life of my nephew, who left this world far too early for any of our liking.At the center of this swirl, a thousand hearts are breaking, and a million more are reaching in with Band-Aids in the form of food, flowers, and acts of kindness.My sister’s neighbors gave up their homes so that every member of our family and every traveling guest, the
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