Category: Spiritual
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Thanksgiving
Three more weeks until we go to the States. Meanwhile we live the depth and the width of our lives. Together with our friends and partners at Polylogos.eu we are hosting and preparing a few events. An impending one is next weekend, and I am thrilled about it. In partnership with WEF @womenempowerforum and MinteForte.ro…
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Home and hospitality
I grew up in a small apartment. But my parents seemed oblivious to the lack of abundant space and resources, so when we hosted people for meals or overnight, we gave everything we had without overthinking it. I just wish our one bathroom was more posh than it was. Anyway, we were oblivious about the…
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Moved by the Spirit
Lately I have felt more comfortable in live conversations than I had energy to summarize in writing my adventures. And there has been so much going on that even if I were to write five extensive blog posts, I couldn’t capture everything that was said and done. I have learned early on that our lives…
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Visiting Family
For many reasons, I felt no draw to travel to America the past two years. The logistics, the pandemic, the cost, the physical and mental exhaustion, managing emotions and luggage… We put off even thinking about it. Two years have gone by. Lots has happened meanwhile. Even throughout a lockdown and living lightly. We adopted…
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I have a manuscript ready
The work to polish the manuscript is daunting. It’s a book of poems born during hard times. I realize it’s a compilation of poems about depression hope and faith while waiting. The question that crossed my mind was: “who wants to read a depressing collection of poems?” But I do. I like reading these over…
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The Vista
Someone pointed out the unfairness in the order of some events in our lives. I refuse to believe that the good is balanced out by some bad. Good is good and bad has it’s place in this broken world. When we finally met our second daughter the pandemic hit and we had to wait a…
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Making up for memory gaps
Yesterday both girls got into a discussion about their past. Jackie claimed being the first to experience poverty. Because Ivy was not even born yet. There was a combination of hearing their heart and thought process while aligning the truth that provides a strong foothold in reality. Jackie was distressed that she doesn’t remember anymore.…
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Smile more
“Fake it until you make it.” As a worn down mom, going through the motions is not a betrayal of truth, of self or of my family. Going through the motions, of serving, washing, cooking, working, reading, soothing, listening, praying, and then taking to heart the genuine feedback of my youngest daughter during the darkest…
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My experience was different
And there’s no better time to speak up than when the balance seems tilted in my favor. To be honest, in High-school I’ve witnessed the sexual harassment of my colleagues. The perpetrator was a teacher. Somehow I’ve dodged that bullet. Frankly I can easily pull off and mean look. I can easily give that vibe…
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A date and a confrontation of self
…waiting in line to get a cup of coffee to go, on a Sunday afternoon. I kept a good attitude, light, grateful. We hadn’t planned our date. We never do. Therein lies out trouble. we walked aimlessly, from establishment to establishment, just to move on empty handed. We have barely scraped the surface of reconnection…
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Did she love me?
My daughters haven’t asked quite yet, this question about their bio mom. But all older adoptees have wondered this very thing. Some verbalize the question. Some are hunted by it. I met the other day with an adoptive mom whose daughter is 15 and who is a believer. Around age 8, her daughter asked her…