Tag: rest
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When The Duck Hits The Water
When given the gift of space and place, gratitude is the right response. John and I’ve been given the gift of just that. My sister has a place in Santa Rosa, California that she graciously has allowed us to visit for a time. Alone. No Internet. No expectations. Just a place to breathe. To be. I…
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When Movable Need Meets Immovable Necessity
I don’t believe he ever really tires. He just stops for a bit. Some call it sleep. More like recharging. Huck is almost two, and being around him is like being caught in an energy forcefield that you can’t manage. Can’t fight, can’t stop. You go with it. And enjoy the ride. I’m enamored with…
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The Beast Of Busy, The Calm Of Rest
You know how it feels to plan for something for a long time, only to have it end quickly? You’re left blinking in the tornado of time passing. Our biannual conference in Colorado was a huge success. Which I’d hoped it would be, considering all the planning and preparation that went into it. Rather…
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Gettin’ Out Of Dodge
I first heard the phrase from my Dad. “Let’s get out of Dodge.” We’d be leaving for summer vacation, and I had no idea what he meant. I’d never been to Dodge, much less lived there. We didn’t own one. We drove a Chevy. But each summer, we’d pile in the car, and he’d…
Tip of My Iceberg 