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The Longest Night

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  All throughout these months as the shadows have lengthened, this blessing has been gathering itself, making ready, preparing for this night. It has practiced walking in the dark, traveling with its eyes closed, feeling its way by memory by touch by the pull of the moon even as it wanes. So believe me when…(Read More)

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What Am I Expecting?

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This is the first day of Advent. Every year I ask the question of what I am expecting from the Incarnation. When I was younger(like in my 20’s) I was sure that exploration would bring me many riches (and it did). Now in my 7th decade I am more open ended in my…(Read More)

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For Nobody

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A yellow flower (Light and spirit) Sings by itself For nobody. A golden spirit (Light and emptiness) Sings without a word By itself. Let no one touch this gentle sun In whose dark eye Someone is awake. (No light, no gold, no name, no color And no thought: O, wide awake!) A golden heaven Sings…(Read More)

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Tears To Shed

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Franciscan Prayer of Blessing: “May God bless us with tears to shed for those who suffer, so that we will reach out our hands to comfort them and change their pain to joy.” This prayer is taped on my laptop. It reminds me that being sad is okay especially when it is about seeing street…(Read More)

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What I Can Say

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To paint is a mysterious and individual act which could almost be self-sufficient due to the intimacy of the approach: painting is so personal and sensitive that no words can tell or explain a piece of work. Thus, it is difficult to speak about it, to expose it, to promote it… What I can…(Read More)

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Life’s Mutability

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These fragile leaves, twigs, old letters, prescriptions, Bible pages and calendar sections speak of life’s mutability and preciousness. I stitch their vanishing beauty onto layers of salvaged and handmade papers in an effort to hold on to that which is essentially departing. Yet, I needn’t fear all the change and brokenness surrounding me…(Read More)

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Reclaiming

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Brown Sweater I wear you this morning another skin as I did almost every day in college now in my seventh decade reclaiming the threadbare inner self no one can see through you the perfect cover for the color blind you are an obscure bird flying south your shape distinctively unrecognizable your arms extend into…(Read More)

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The Ancient Voice

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I heard the ancient voice say, you are no stranger to me, for I knew you when you took your first breath. I knew you as a child, when you wobble walked across the floor, and finally ran for the sheer joy of knowing how to run. I saw you through your early fears and…(Read More)

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Before The Dance

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Image above (and on front-page mastheads) and words: Mariam Before The Dance by Danielle Bilen…(Read More)

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