Nancy Carroll Nancy Carroll

Flying Broken

Do I believe that I’ve been created to bring life, to be beautiful and broken at the same time? I’ve wasted too much time crawling around like a worm when I was transformed to fly—even broken. The “Lie Guy” tells me it’s too late to start flying now.

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Live Lightly

What if I really believed he cares for me, is careful with me, that he will not let me be blown away if I live lightly? This downy feather responds to the breath of the wind. It floats. It rests. It doesn't cast stones, but even without much substance, it casts a big shadow.  

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Ruminating on Ruminating

I learned a new word. 

Perseverate. 
 
To repeat something insistently or redundantly. To get stuck, to ruminate, to loop back over and over. And over.
 
As in, “My 91-year-old mother perseverated.” 
 
My mom passed away a year ago. But I’m still haunted by echoes of her three looping ruminations.

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