HeyJaredThe Ethics of Tenderness
Reflective, thought-provoking works exploring spiritual insight, ethical living, and the delicate interplay of nature, culture, & the human heart, with a quiet, luminous voice that weaves spiritual wisdom and an ethical reverence for life.
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The World I Knew (opens the original)
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I’m Officially Too Old to Care What Everyone Thinks (opens the original)
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Where Are They Supposed To Go? (opens the original)
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I’ve been watching documentaries and reading about homelessness in different parts of the world lately, and I keep finding myself unsettled by what I see. People living in cars, tents, cheap hotels, shelters, or simply wherever they can find a patch of safety. The circumstances differ from country to country, yet the underlying experience feels strangely familiar: the loss of a place to belong. I began thinking about what it means to become a kind of refugee without ever crossing a border, and w
The Mother Who Knows (opens the original)
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The Right to Belong (opens the original)
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The question of belonging has stayed with me for a long time. Growing up in an immigrant family, I often felt as though I was standing slightly outside the circle, watching others seem to know where they belonged, while I was still trying to find my place. I sometimes wonder if that early sense of being on the edge is part of why this question still touches something deep in me.Perhaps belonging beginsbefore we know the word for it.Before the border,before the passport,before a name is enteredon
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