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election day metta prayer

For the self: May I loosen in surrender May I linger in light May I laugh in joy May I luxuriate in love May I  live in peace.   For the other: May you loosen in surrender May you linger in light May you laugh in joy May you luxuriate in love May you live in peace.   For the community: May we loosen in surrender May we linger in light May we laugh in joy May we luxuriate in love May we live in peace.    

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the soul's greatest threat: ADD

This little disease epidemic is popping up everywhere. In disgruntled hearts. In ungrateful mouths. In slanderous conversations. In the broken public education system. Beneath the broken hearts of Christians.  On job (dis)satisfaction surveys. At restaurants. In my soul. ADD: Attentive to Deficit Disorder. I first learned about ADD–though not known by that name yet, well, because I didn’t invent it yet :)–when getting my Master’s in Cultural and Linguistic Diversity in Education. For students in our system who are emerging bilinguals, it is common to focus on what they lack (a foundation in English, parents who speak English, comfort navigating the American schooling principles, background Read More

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the soul’s greatest threat: ADD

This little disease epidemic is popping up everywhere. In disgruntled hearts. In ungrateful mouths. In slanderous conversations. In the broken public education system. Beneath the broken hearts of Christians.  On job (dis)satisfaction surveys. At restaurants. In my soul. ADD: Attentive to Deficit Disorder. I first learned about ADD–though not known by that name yet, well, because I didn’t invent it yet :)–when getting my Master’s in Cultural and Linguistic Diversity in Education. For students in our system who are emerging bilinguals, it is common to focus on what they lack (a foundation in English, parents who speak English, comfort navigating the American schooling principles, background Read More

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the problem with prayer and praise

What happens when 2 hookers walk into a 7-11 at 1 in the morning? It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. But it’s actually the conclusion to one scary night. Friday night, my little silver Hyndai Elantra was hit by a F-250, pushed into a Suburban, then up onto the curb. I was stunned. I was scared. I am sore. I spent 5 hours in the ER, getting an okay from the doctor. Afterwards, I bought donuts and milk at 7-11 (whilst hookers flirted with the clerk; see hook–pun intended). On the ever-necessary Facebook status, I posted that God Read More