Tag: friends
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Pullin’ On The Bootstraps; Stompin’ In Style
Women’s gatherings must have space and time for conversations. We had a retreat this past weekend to gather the women in our group for the purpose of getting to know one another better, enjoying each other’s company and encouraging each other as we do life differently. You could feel the groundswell of interaction and fun. Conversations–light-hearted and…
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Friendship Is More Than A Fuzzy Warm Heart
As a kid, I used to create my own friends. Not the kind that live down the block, though I had some of those. Not the kind that came over to play, though they occasionally did. The kind I could talk to who would really listen. Who wouldn’t make fun of me. Who liked me…
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
I didn’t plan on it turning out the way it did. The plan had been to trim the tops of the hedge in front of our home. Plans are good things. I, however, seem to have a talent–no, a predisposition–for changing things up. Not settling for the assumed path. Wanting to flex with the moment.…
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A Gaggle Of Gals Equals A Passel Of Fun
I just spent a weekend with about forty of my closest friends. It’s typically women who say that. And it’s often a planned event that has women coming together for a common goal. Like a retreat. A time of bonding and sharing and encouraging. Women rarely need an event to bond. If you bring food…
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The Surprises Keep On Comin’
There’s a reason Christmas comes only once a year. Yes, it’s all about the birth of Jesus. It’s a celebration of hope promised, joy anticipated. But aside from that, as a child, can you imagine being that surprised and awed over and over again? Day after day? It would be exhausting. (Crabbiness and whining would…
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