HeyJaredThe Risen Season
"The tracked rut fills and levels; here nothing grieves in the risen season." - Wendell Berry, from II, 1979
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Wardrobes, Wonder, and Worry (opens the original)
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When I was in high school one of my favorite movies to watch was Pretty Woman. These were the days when you used videotapes and VCRs, which means not everything was available—all the time, everywhere, so we watched a lot of things over and over. I probably had the whole thing memorized at some point, but one part I’ll never forget is when Kit De Luca (one of the best character names ever) tells her friend Viv: “We say who. We say when. We say how much.” Yes, the plot of this movie revolves aroun
Bless the Dark (opens the original)
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Behold, a piece of art I made that didn’t turn out as well as I hoped.I’m not sharing this picture of my failed art because I think it will wow anyone, but because I think it’s important to demonstrate the fact that art making is a practice. Some days you run well and finish with a good pace, but some days you stumble and/or move more slowly than usual. Plus in making this collage, I used a small printout of a short poem by Wendell Berry, so it seems fitting to share right now. Here are the word
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The other day my friend told me her therapist had recently asked her what her soul looks like, and where it might live in her body. Holy cow! I said. How did you answer her? She said she couldn’t at first, and we had a hearty laugh about that, but then she said her therapist led her through some EMDR work and eventually she came up with an answer. She shared it with me, and it was beautiful, but that’s more her story than mine, so I’m not going to write it out here. It got me thinking though: I
The Sacred Process of Writing (opens the original)
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Running my fingers over the grooves on the back of these notebook pages feels like something I should be doing in private, as if I’m peering into someone else’s personal letters without permission. But the writing on these pages is meant for anyone and everyone to read. According to The Suitcase, a podcast produced by a woman I met through my MFA program, a man named Ely Green carried these papers around in a leather suitcase for many years, moving from plac
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