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Devil Wears Prada 2: How a One-Minute Trailer Became My Therapist
I felt nostalgic, curious, and of a bit of “what are they doing with this sequel?” energy. By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it is. Mixed Emotions About the Sequel I caught a short preview of The Devil Wears Prada 2 yesterday, and I felt…
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Why the Welcoming Prayer Helps Let Go of Worry
By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it is. Sister Esther Wibowo opened our workshop, not with an agenda or introductions, but with Father Thomas Keating’s Welcoming Prayer: Welcome, welcome, welcome. I welcome everything that comes to me today because I know it’s for my healing.…
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A Mix-Up, a Love Note, and a Moment of Grace
I was sitting in the endodontist’s office, rifling through my bag for the notebook paper I’d scribbled my medication list on. The nurse had asked for it to update my chart, and I was sure I had it tucked somewhere between the receipts, referral papers, and notes. Triumphantly, I handed over a folded piece of…
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Mercy at the Dentist: A Tale of Cracks, Courage, and Cold Thingies
“Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.” — Groucho Marx (or at least attributed to him) After a week of tooth pain and denial, I finally bit the bullet (yes, pun is intended, thank you) and made the dreaded call to my dentist. This is not a decision I take lightly. I…
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The Worst Thing We Ever Did
This morning, as I walked past my lavender bushes, I noticed they were a little wild. The butterflies and honeybees had flown away, and now the untamed growth was due for pruning before the harshness of winter arrived. So, I sat down on the sidewalk in the sun, trimmers in hand, cutting away the dead…
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