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Willy’s Revenge
(Note: If you haven't read yesterday's blog, I encourage you to do so now, because this is a sequel.) About a month after Willy's credenza adventure (or my successfully passing the "credenza test"), before heading to the bathroom to get ready… Continue reading
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The Credenza Incident
Getting ready for work one morning, I came out of the bedroom to find Willy half under the credenza in the dining area, only his back half visible. I stopped. He lay absolutely still until I said his name: "Willy?"… Continue reading
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Wrapping Paper
The cats are exploring wrapping paper discarded on the living room floor. Willy pokes at the crumpled paper with a front paw, tentatively. He crouches, bobs his head, lunges forward, pounces, stops, retreats, repositions. He peers through tears in the… Continue reading
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All Anger Comes from Fear
A long time ago, someone I trust and love said to me "All anger comes from fear." That made me angry. Or rather, my response to what she said was to feel angry and defensive: "But my anger is justified.… Continue reading
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For My Books
The spine of the book must be brokento be open to be usefulto be full. Preserved, pristine,shelved, admired,untouched, unsoiled,this is embarrassement.These are the volumes pointless and sad. Bent edges, torn pages, brown stains, stuck leaves–all this is yes.I've done something,… Continue reading
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Creator Spirit
Creator Spirit,in this moment,present with you,help me to be. Text and image © 2010 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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I Forgive You
"I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you." In his book, The Shack, William Paul Young says that repeating this phrase helps embody it, and saying it hundreds of times the first day…and the second day…and the third…eventually brings… Continue reading
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Dark Water at Night
Since childhood, I've had this approach/avoidance thing with large bodies of water at night. What is clear, refreshing and welcoming in daylight becomes inky, impenetrable and mysterious after dark. Lake Michigan, the Pacific, the Atlantic, even little Green Lake in… Continue reading
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Interpenetration
Interbeing. Interpenetration. All things have their past in me. All things contributed to me. I do and shall contribute to all things. As Thick Nhat Hahn says, "This is not philosophy, this is reality." I recall reading somewhere (probably in… Continue reading
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He Reads Poetry
He reads poetry. Reading poetry is, for him, not unlike getting a long drink of cold water after running several miles on a hot, dusty summer day. His whole body craves it, needs it, not only good on the lips,… Continue reading