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Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

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(by eberhard grossgasteiger)

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Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Dorothy Scott Loos, from Selected Poems; "Sweet Vision,"

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by spirithiker

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Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

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Linda Pastan, from "September"

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~ Brown and Green ~

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those quiet moments✨

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Since 2020 I found it difficult to keep writing even though my love for it ran deep. I stopped wanting to share what I’d written when it felt as if the world was already full of so many loud voices (it is). I became so disillusioned with my own words that I went as far as wiping out my blog with 10+ years worth of writing and 12k subscribers/followers (some of you here now found me through there first, haha). I’m not trying to get anywhere near there again. I’m just moving tiny inches forward and working through what’s lost and some real tender moments as I do, and God’s been faithful to reignite that flame.

If He inhabits all our words, then every word we speak or write builds something. I want to harness hope and build a dwelling place with what I say. I want to call out beauty and put it on display to unburden heavy hearts in our home and out. I’m not entirely sure what that will look like, but for now I’m just starting again.

Anything good I might put out there, I lived and learned inside the walls of my home first. Any words that resonate, they sat in my heart and changed it first. Any lesson shared, it taught me the hard way first.

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from The New York Times

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