Category: Contemplations
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Compost
I’ve been building my very first compost pile and watching the transformation of food, cardboard, coffee grinds and grass clippings decomposing into tiny, soft, moist fragments of soil, the makings of new life in the waiting. My words have been buried again. I think they might be decomposing, transforming and preparing to burst into new…
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The Age of Unlearning
The thing that stands out to me now, as I reflect on my childhood and early adulthood, was that I was enmeshed with those who held authority in my denomination. To be honest, I expect I had rose-coloured glasses on
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‘Actually’ Autistic…
I’m a year shy of 50, where apparently one no longer gives a f&#@ about what anyone else things of them, so maybe it’s just me getting ahead of the curve while I have the fortitude to do so.
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is it too late?
By Miriam E. Miles
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Power
Miriam E. Miles
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expect it
Sometimes a gift of validation, possibly the most significant and long-lasting kind of gift, is given to someone so completely surprised by the offering that it settles deeply into their heart, watering and replenishing the soul, refreshing the mind and establishing moments of sweet reflection for the recipient. Even a seemingly small and insignificant gift…
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pretty
Miriam E. Miles
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Write the truth or don’t write at all
We live in a society that swells with saccharine, predictable, cookie-cutter creativity and shun (or at the very least, tolerate) that which causes the breath to trip, the mind to lurch, and the heart to stop with its brazen approach to arrest us and force us
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We were never going to be enough
There is an exquisite beauty in discovering that we are unable to do this life thing on our own. To know that we are guided, gently and intentionally toward the heart of the One who loves us most, is the one pure gift that can never be measured. Humility isn’t about declaring we can’t do…
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Mai Tai
By Miriam E. Miles
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that bright door
by Miriam E. Miles
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influence me not
By Miriam E. Miles
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