Comments on: Tough Angels. Sweet Wine. Strong Bread.

By: Ronna Detrick

Ronna Detrick — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 02:28:21 +0000

So beautiful, Lauren. All kinds of imagery in there that’s worth writing down – naming – thinking about in categories, story, life-narrative. ‘Love that you’ve spoken it here. The scenes are real, poignant, and embodied. The stuff of deserts – and much, much hope!!! Thank you for sharing you!

By: lauren martin gauthier

lauren martin gauthier — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 19:25:54 +0000

oh, one more thing: as i was reading this post, i couldn’t help but think of another lovely woman blogger who wrote about lent this week, with the opening line: “The point of lent is not denial.” i thought it might resonate with you (or one of your readers) based on what you’d written on the subject. http://julieclawson.com/2010/02/16/preparing-for-lent/
.-= lauren martin gauthier´s last blog ..Home Sweet Home(bound) =-.

By: lauren martin gauthier

lauren martin gauthier — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 18:26:41 +0000

for me, the desert is the stripping away. it seems as if the past few months of my life (and most certainly, the ones on the visible horizon) are about stripping away all that is non-essential. which scares the bejeezus out of me. i am the first to cling to the illusion of fullness and vitality, if it means protection from all that could be lurking in the shadows. but i am trying to consent to the stripping- attempting to graciously cooperate with the losses that are entirely out of my control, and also attempting to open my clenched fists to release the things that have long bloodied my palms, even as i’ve clung to them so ferociously and faithfully. i’m afraid to step barefoot onto the sand, and yet…the thought of a life stripped down to the bare essentials feels almost as liberating as it does terrifying at this point. i’ve amassed so many props, and when i look around myself in honest contemplation, i’d almost rather some ‘tough angel’ tear them away. i don’t know if i’m brave enough to just throw them to the wind of my own accord. as i walk barefoot and sunburned across this expanse, i find sweet wine and strong bread simply in the coexistant tenderness and strength of other women. women speaking their truth. women proclaiming their worth (and if i listen closely, mine as well). women forging their own path. women telling their uncensored stories. women who whisper to me that i can be and do and hope for all of those things too…

By: Desert: mirage and truth

Desert: mirage and truth — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 02:58:53 +0000

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By: Angels In Your Life

Angels In Your Life — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 05:42:21 +0000

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