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Dec 2020
fairy lights and sacred art,
sunlight flickering through the blinds,
discussions of purpose, identity, and evangelization
over a cup of steaming peppermint tea,
alongside a red pen and a stack of papers.
Tuesday afternoons- the very best day of the week,
anticipated with abundant, life-giving joy.
simply the best!!!
the sacredest of spaces!!!
where the feminine genius is not a far-off
nebulous idea,
swirling around in the ether,
but, rather, a person: me.
the foundations of a calling
started here.
How did I get so lucky to be formed in such a place?!?
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