Tag: writing
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Letting Loved Ones Show Up When Life Feels Heavy
“Asking for help isn’t giving up, it’s refusing to give up.” The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it Somehow, I learned asking for help was a sign of weakness. True strength meant carrying…
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Writing, Like Life, Is a Work in Progress
Confessions of a Recovering Adverb Addict By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it is. A fellow bibliophile recently asked me, “So, what have you been reading lately?” It is a simple question, except for those of us who read like we are at an all‑you‑can‑eat…
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When the Words Won’t Come
Learning to step away, soften the pressure, and return to the page as myself. By Katie Rea — spiritual director, writer, and companion for those listening deeply to life as it is. “Are you okay?” My husband’s voice pulled me out of the spiral. Right then, I realized how stressed I looked, slumped over my…
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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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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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What She Tried to Tell Me
A Dream I’m Still Listening To This weekend, I’m helping facilitate a dream work retreat. It’s a safe space where stories from the night are honored as sacred texts in our lives. As I prepare, I’ve found myself paying closer attention to my own dreams, listening to the ones that linger. One in particular keeps…
