Category: Neurodivergent
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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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‘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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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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pilgrim
By Miriam E. Miles
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validate me, validate me not
By Miriam E. Miles
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Real McCoy
By Miriam E. Miles
Miriam E. Miles 