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May You Remember
May you be rooted and grounded in love May you establish each new day in gratitude a single exhale of thanks suffices May you know you are right where you are meant to be your life circumstances are no mistake today is not a mistake you are not a mistake May you see that you have something to give a word, a gesture, a hand some hope May you access a bit of grace to heal when you are hurt to repair when you have harmed May you remember you have not gone too far you are not out

Allison
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You Are Not Forgotten
May the concerns of your heart significant or small be known May you trust you are not alone May you feel seen and soothed heard and held today and each day by the love of God even if that name sounds odd May you be wrapped up swaddled tucked in Love May Love's ever-presence not be too far above or out of reach Let Love teach it isn't here to scar or scare but to draw close and near to swaddle every last one of your fears To build a bridge of trust repair that which was lost

Allison
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Grief and our capacity to love
I led a very diverse group in an end-of-year reflection exercise, gathering in video-conference format, alone together. We discussed...

Allison
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A Stubborn Old Thing
I was asked to officiate a dear friend's wedding. To honor this request I began a study on Love. For months I read ancient spiritual texts, memorized poetry from Eastern and Western cultures, and made "love" the topic of conversation. During this love-study I interviewed friends and family, neighboring passengers on flights, and passerby. I fielded stories of passion and partnership, broken hearts and devastation, collecting countless stories of romance, grief and regret. As

Allison
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Little Bird a poem for seasons of uncertainty
When I was a teenager I discovered the joy of journaling; it served as a safe outlet for my thoughts, fears, doubts, hopes and secrets. Today I experience writing as a sort of meditative practice, and “Little Bird”, the first poem I ever wrote, was born from that practice. I was living in Switzerland, far from my family and closest friends in the US, and in a season of transition. I had found courage to leave a difficult workplace dynamic and an injurious romantic relationshi

Allison
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