Jamie Lewis
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Footwear: Functional Art
I’ve always considered shoes works of art. I chose them for their beauty, having little concern for their function or fit. In truth, I preferred being barefoot to any shoe created. But shoes were beautiful. My heart leapt inside my… Continue reading
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Big
We’ve been in the house for a week trying to recover from a virus. Last night we were feeling a bit better so we braved the snow for a drink run. We’ve been drinking herbal tea and water, so a… Continue reading
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The Vessel
I am a vesselBroken, Scarred, EarthernHaving walked through Narrow PlacesPressed by walls of my own makingCrushed, Beyond RepairPowder, DustFranctured, I lost heartHeavy, the shadow of shameYet heavier still The Spirit of MercyHovering above the chaos of my soulMoving across the… Continue reading
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Libraries Speak Volumes
My plan for the day was simple. I was going to drop off my ballot at the drop box and join the local public library (conveniently located in one location) and then visit the local apothecary. So, I set out… Continue reading
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Shepherd
A cloudy and windy day with a little snow on the peaks. I’ve been sitting on the balcony talking to Father this morning. He hasn’t really said much, but His presence is palpable. He is good. He loves us. Surely… Continue reading
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Smell The Flower, Blow Out the Candle
Once, when I was a young teen I had a headache which lasted for three days. I told my mother it was like New York City was driving around in my head. The cars blasted their horns, angry voices shouted… Continue reading
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Still There
A cool front has moved in. A mist covers the sky and I can barely see the outlines of the mountains I know are there. I see them each morning as I sit on my balcony drinking my coffee. I… Continue reading
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A Quiet Place: A Week Alone in the Woods-The Fifth Day
Day 5 I didn’t sleep well last night. It is my last night in the cabin in the woods. I will miss it here-the peace, the quiet, the place of reflection and reconnection with myself and my God. The ulcers… Continue reading
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A Quiet Place: A Week Alone in the Woods-The Fourth Day
Day 4 I have a cold. My throat hurts and there are ulcers in my mouth. I am fighting. I take my vitamins and elderberry. I am not running fever, but I am tired and uncomfortable. I eat breakfast and… Continue reading
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