Poetry, grief, loss,
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As I sat around the table with 7 other ladies, each one of us held a pen and a crisp sheet of white tracing paper. The instruction was to write down all our hurts, griefs, and sins. Boxes of tissue were scattered throughout the room for “such a time as this.” This was our 6th…
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To all that is chaotic in you let there come silence. Let there be a calming of the clamoring, a stilling of the voices that have laid their claim on you, that have made their home in you, that go with you even to the holy places but will not let you rest, will not…
TamarChildsMartin 