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Category: Love

Hush and Beauty

November 28, 2022

I’m moved to write a reflection this year, 2022, on each day of Advent, a season that ends on Christmas Eve. Two phrases are on my mind: “the hush of waiting” and “hope for finding beauty in the dark.” When my first husband, Jim, died in a car wreck on Christmas Eve in 1999, I…

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Suckled Stars

October 20, 2022

Languid. Black hole. Exploded sensation. Noisy urgency. Unabashed love. Dissolved. A star was born. My newborn daughter suckled at my breast. She feasted as if there was no tomorrow. Her tiny cheeks puffed in and out, concaved and then plumped, with her efforts to drink me in. Droplets of milk oozed from the corner of…

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Untethered

September 17, 2022

I wanted to live in my body. I wanted to live undisturbed by judgment. I wanted to live, untethered.

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Echoes

January 28, 2022

I burn to heal, discover and create.
I burn to grey ash, to sticky dust, to gritty sediment.
I burn all that I am not.

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Priestess

July 28, 2021

A lifetime ago, I was invited to “preach” at an Episcopalian Sunday service in Parkersburg, West Virginia, the homeland of my heart.

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Rosary

May 25, 2021

“Ask my family to say the rosary for me, Lin, please,” Grandpa Jim said. My father-in-law’s voice, warmed by a slight Kentucky drawl, a remnant of his birthplace, was fresh in my ear. But his lips had not moved. He lay in a coma, about to die. But I’m only an in-law, I thought, it’s…

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Confession

May 22, 2021

  “When you approach the confessional, know this… I am only hidden by the priest, but I myself act in your soul. Here the misery of the soul meets the God of mercy.” – St. Faustina, Polish Mystic “Confession is an act of love.”– Albert Camus I was a juicy female sapling, a maiden witch,…

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A Bookbag Named God

May 8, 2021

Bonus Chapter, Linda’s forthcoming book: LISTEN! Love is BEING A Bookbag Named God “Hey, Sandy-Beach-Del, you must be po-or. Your bookbag is trashed, man,” said the skinny fifth grader with a brush cut and rounded glasses. The spin on my last name, Sandel, was typical of his taunts. My bookbag was a sorry sight, frayed…

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Girdled No More

May 6, 2021

“There is a line of varicose veins on both your legs, mid-thigh,” the woman doctor said, her tone matter of fact. My feet were clutched in the frigid steel stirrups on the gynecologist’s table. My backside felt saran-wrapped against fake leather. Bright white fluorescent lights did not warm the space between my spread legs. Neither…

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Good Morning, Divine Feminine

February 27, 2021

“Mama, I can’t breathe,” she said. Ancient and black, ankles spilled over battered sneakers, she raised her arms to the mystery.

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