acceptance
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One Day
To feel okay about myselfI need to feel superior to others: I'm better organized. I eat better. I attend church. I give to charity. My opinion is more considered. I don't waste money. … Continue reading
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Airport Encounter
He is an atheist–religiously so.Eager to convert,he tries clubbing and dragging meover the fencefrom my foldinto his. I don't see the fence. Whether recognized or not,we are brother sheepsafely grazing in the same pasture. Text and image © 2013 by… Continue reading
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Confrontation
He ranted.I listened.Something clicked: He feels these feelings. He believes these beliefs. He thinks these thoughts. They are his, not mine. That is him, over there. Over there seethes anger, drama, ego. … Continue reading
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Self-Care
What doesself-carelook likefor you? For meit's silence,solitude,a blank page,a pen. What doesself-carelook likefor you? Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Abandoned Heart
The heart I abandonedwaits where I left it.It knows its painand understands that I was unequippedto handle a troubled heartand therefore had to leave. But I cannot livewithout my heart;incomplete,I live unconsciously.I go back;I shall find and comfort by heartand… Continue reading
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Toward Healing
I peeled back the bandage."This is my wound,"I said. "It looks like it's healing,"he said. "Yes, it is.It still hurts some,but nothing like before." "What's made the difference?" "I stopped pretendingit didn't exist,stopped telling myselfI shouldn't be hurt that badly.I… Continue reading
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Embrace!
Observe how widethe arms of Godopen. Look again:we areGod's arms! Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Life is the strugglebetween Ego and Stillness. Chin up, my friend:Stillness wins. Or more precisely,only Stillness is. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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That Which Remains Buried
I live withthe nagging feelingthat there remainsburied within me(not far from the surface–like a hastily interred body,in a dollar-store grave)something I thoughtwas dead,that wants–nay, needs–to come out,not to resurrect,but to be given a proper burial. Whatever the identityof this corpse,it's… Continue reading
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Homecoming
My dear brotherstands in the kitchenwith his brand new brideand her three beautiful children,faces the horrid awkwardnessof my fatherwho is rooted in the hallway beyond,where he appears to be glued to the floor,stuck in a morass of religious allegiancedespite the… Continue reading