On Keeping Things Too Long
There's a box in my closet I haven't opened in years — and I think I finally understand why.
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There's a box in my closet I haven't opened in years — and I think I finally understand why.
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A short prayer for the ordinary Wednesday of it all — when the week has lost its beginning but not yet found its end.
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A Friday afternoon, a lawn mower, and the quiet holiness of someone doing a simple thing well.
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A few small, deliberate practices for making the longer days actually feel longer.
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There's a quiet gift in being the first one there — if you're willing to receive it.
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