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{Re}gurgitate
I know, right? Gross. But honey. Yep, the sweet stuff I put in my tea is nothing more than regurgitation, done right inside a bee. Not long ago I read Margaret Feinberg’s, “Scouting the Divine: My search for God in…
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{Re}strain
Tonight, I’m a bit restrained in my reword. I don’t know why I want to hold back, keep silent, restrain my communication. I think it may have to do with a new project I’m getting involved with to help asylum seekers who…
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{Re}consecrate
My home is sacred space. It’s where I eat, sleep, and go about the affairs of my daily life. It’s sacred because Keck is here, friends and family are welcome, and strangers become friends. As I made the bed this…
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{Re}spect
Earlier this year when I heard the news the Aretha Franklin passed, I couldn’t help but hum the anthem: R-E-S-P-E-C-T. The repetition of the “re, re, re, re” kind of keeps me going. Franklin’s 1967 version became an…
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{Re}crudescence
Recrudescence is a new word for me. I love it when I find new again words. It means a new outbreak after a period of abatement or inactivity. Interestingly, Merriam-Webster it derives from the Latin, in which it means…
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{Re}make
As you know, I’m a Jane Austen fan. A Jane-ite. Currently, I’m rocking my “Obstinate, headstrong girl” t-shirt and I just finished watching the Lifetime Channel’s rendition of Pride and Prejudice Atlanta. I know the…
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{Re}st
Today is Pentecost Sunday. I’m often reminded of this musing from several years ago. I hope you enjoy it — is a bit of a meandering story. But one that I know brings the Comforter close to my heart. It was an annual…
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{Re}buy
It wasn’t a purchase we wanted to do again. We thought we did the right thing the first time. But, we didn’t. The floor in the den is uneven. When Macy was alive, we moved a chair a little bit. I took a tumble trying…
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{Re}vive
Sometimes I long to be revived. Yet, before I can be revived, something usually has to die first. I tell you the solemn truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains by itself alone. But if…