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To Speak Or Not To Speak–That’s The Problem
I’m not afraid of snakes or spiders. I am, however, quite fearful of the dark (still) and of being alone for extended periods of time. Fear equals loss of rational thinking. One thing that defies rationality is my fear of speaking. Publicly. It may be hard to believe that I, with so many words and opinions–and…
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When Downward-Facing Dog Doesn’t Do You Any Good
I make it a habit to try and exercise daily. It wakes me up and puts me in a mood to approach the day with anticipation. Between that and Jesus, I’m good to go. Unless I’m playing weekend warrior–on a week day no less–and don’t listen to what my body is telling me. I’ve done…
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What Part Of Me Do You Really Want To See?
I’ve had the privilege/responsibility these past few weeks to participate in meetings of a higher calibre than I’m used to attending. Having an opportunity to have a voice in these arenas was wonderful. I had to search hard for my professional self to make sure she’d show up. She wasn’t easy to find. It meant…
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When Quiet Speaks Louder Than Words
It was one of those weekends that creep out of nowhere and remind me why the week needs an end. We all need a break every once in awhile. John has been traveling. There were no pressing plans, apart from helping some dear friends begin moving out of their home. No gatherings or games to…
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