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Stones, Slivers and Silence

I love being with people and look forward to social gatherings, but I often come home with a stone in my shoe. When I shake it out and it falls to the floor, I recognize that moment when something went … Continue reading

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I Wonder What’s Under

As I listen to directees share their struggles and listen to my own, I noticeĀ that there’s a strata to ourĀ feelings and desires. Like an archaeological dig, the top layer–the first one we experience–gets our attention. It’s the hurt right under … Continue reading

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