friendship

Dear Heart, Toughen Up.

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Dear Heart, you are a brave little soul. You throw yourself into loving people with everything you have and wonder while leaving feels so much like being torn apart. But without this pain, you wouldn’t have the joy of coming home. You, Heart, are at home here with these people. Truthfully though, your next stop is home too, and the next. Enjoy the travelling. Tonight, you’ll land somewhere new and begin it all again.

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Plant Love There.

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Where there is no love, put love – and you will find love. – John of the Cross In other words, where you hope to find love you should surely plant it. Not a romantic, dreamy kind of love. A substantial, broader kind of love that feeds your roots, calms…

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Thanksgiving for Bruce.

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Bruce and I met when he was in his late 50s, and I was a 17 year old school girl. He was a worldly musician, I was dreaming of serving God in youth ministry. How did we become friends? Well, because we chose to and we lived better for it. He wasn’t a Christian, although we talked about spirituality and philosophy endlessly. He never held my faith against me, in fact – as the years went on, he seemed more intrigued by it.

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I Have Found Home.

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I have found home, it’s best definition. To know and to be known; to love and to be loved. Home is in the people, the ones woven into your stories of sorrow and triumphs, the tragedies and miracles. Old loves that know your thoughts before you form the words to share them. New loves that call to your soul and you recognize them as they draw near.

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Dear American Honeymooners.

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Your newness radiates off you in waves. You’ve just flown some 21 hours to the other end of the world to celebrate and the air around you is punctuated with your achievement. She looks frazzled and tired, he looks frustrated but calm as he tries to maintain patience.

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Just In Case

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I have a Just-In-Case box. Everytime I move house, I unpack it until eventually I need to repack it to move again. Sometimes, I’ve been known to take items from the box with me on travels to foreign lands, beach walks and up windy hills before dawn. It’s the box of things I keep Just-In-Case I need to remember, to reconnect or to rekindle something in me or between myself and old friends. Adding something to the box is never easy – it’s almost always bittersweet.

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What The Hell Just Happened…

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Some of us just lived but never woke up. Some of us divorced, divorcing or cheating in public, in private – all of us still lonely somehow, even as we find ourselves in the places we never expected to be. Good or bad, who knows, who cares – we’re still fifteen and holding on to ourselves. Trying to let go and leap, trying to hold on to someone else just enough to let them be loved and be loved ourselves but not enough to kill it, the love in our hearts, the love in our life.

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