because motives matter
A pilgrim is not a tourist. A tourist travels to see something and comes home. A pilgrim travels because something has been placed in them that will not be satisfied by staying put. The destination matters, but so does the road, and so do the companions.
This year Katie's birthday post includes a surprise gathering, a long marriage, and a poem about boundary stones and covenant love. Sometimes a birthday is less about getting older and more about noticing the ground you’ve been given to stand on.
When the world dims, another kind of light begins to appear. This is a story of losing some sight and learning to see, not what is visible, but what endures.
Anything worth writing is worth writing poorly until you learn how to write better.
Find intelligent people who can sustain and support a point of view. Learn from these people.
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