I will be a healer, and love all things that grow

As the Lady Éowyn learned to abandon pride and instead follow her love, Faramir, she became used to build and nurture instead of destroy. Here I devote myself to all that grows us in strength, joy, clear thinking and godliness.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Joy in Our Hearts-- Lots of It

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I listened to music while laboring with both my babies. With Eowyn, the song I most remember (the one playing as she was born, actually) is...

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Friday, December 16, 2011

Pearls of Pain

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I've been working on a post on brokenness and creativity- on the part grief & loss plays on our ability to tell Stories... but... it...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Crucified for Joy

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"I've tried more of me and I come up dry trading You for things- things that go away. My happiness is found in less of me and mo...

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

HutchMoot 2010

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Last night around 11 pm, Ryan, Mark T. (a friend from church & neighbor), Eowyn & I got home from the first-ever Hutchmoot , a Chris...

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Friday, October 30, 2009

Sweet Sailing on the Sea of Dreams

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"Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light...

Friday, October 23, 2009

Fall, Glorious Fall!

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SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit th...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

A Poem from Way Back When

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...back when I actually tried to write poetry. I put my pen down one day and never have even tried to pick it back up. I'm surprised I...

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Eowyn's Heir: A good ol' American mutt-- born in NM to an Irish-French good ol' Louisiana boy and a Guatemalan beauty, raised in the American South/Central France. Grew up speaking English, Spanish and French (plus the made-up language my sisters & I used; Aion). Thought I'd add to the medley by marrying into a Polish last name. I was hounded by the Lion of Judah, and He's left me desperately, deliciously trying to "grab ahold of the Golden mane" and go where He leads me. Part of that path is currently working out my salvation through the raising of my chubby-cheeked darling, Éowyn Grace. I spend most of my time with pre-schoolers (I teach pre-K) and thinking about music (music education was my major), health (I also was a pre-health student), and God. I also do a considerable amount of dealing with food, having to live with Celiac's disease & a soy intolerance.

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