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What I see in the young people around me, is a desire for belonging and a desire to connect, but no direction of where to find a physical space that meets such needs. Read more »

I cannot name my piece before I've written it, but sometimes I feel the urge to give it a title. I want to somehow know what it is that I am called to write to, and sometimes it is the title, not the written words that follow, that determine what will be shared. It is clear to me that writing is a written process, or journey, that is important for me, as a means of reflecting, learning or letting go at the end of the day.
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Today is a practice in letting go. Just a bit ago, I watched my car round the bend into the snowy night and thought to myself, "There goes a small part of my story. May it arrive wherever it needs to be." Two friends are driving my car cross country to my sister in California, and a part of me rejoices in the experience of letting go of a huge material responsibility from my life, and the other yearns for the comfort, the symbolic gesture, that the object--my car--held. It wasn't just that it my car, but that it was a car that had faithfully transported me across a distance of nearly 40,000 miles. It was a gateway, a possibility, towards freedom. That responsibility, and that distance, is a significant amount of relationship-building. So I let go of the material. Read more »