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		<title>I will always hold faith to balance your doubt.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have recently found myself, and on more than one occasion, counseling friends on the wisdom of being still, of doing nothing in an effort to be doing the right thing. I love having these conversations online and physically seeing some of the words that come out of my mouth. It gives me an opportunity [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=21</link>
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		<title>Max in my pocket</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Upon getting dressed and donning jewelry to leave on our recent road trip to Los Angeles, there was an odd occurrence. I was standing in front of the left end of the dresser where my little dish of daily wear jewelry resides. I put on my necklace, earring, and ring, all quite normal enough. 
The [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=20</link>
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		<title>Grace subtly sneaking in&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The wonderment of lost connections is an all too common phenomenon in these modern days of Facebook and various other sites for social networking. I say various other because I know they are out there, but I am steadfastly refusing to look any further than Facebook. Of course, it should be said that I resisted [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=18</link>
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		<title>The roller coaster of missing&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Driving home from work yesterday, early, I had a pang of missing my best friend Kim. At least I think it was Kim. I was thinking about her and then I had this sharp emotional pang wash over me. The past week or so, I have been crying at the drop of a hat over [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=15</link>
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		<title>The Journey</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I write this, I am looking out into the back yard, and as much as our plantings are a mess from the neglect of winter, there is beauty all around. The first thing I see is the bold red flowers of the poinsettia tree. I think it definitely needs to go into the ground [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=14</link>
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		<title>Forgiveness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I woke up this morning, I had Jeff Volmrich&#8217;s name pounding inside my head. He was in my high school class and I haven&#8217;t given him a second thought since . 25 years is a long time. I found it quite disturbing that I was thinking of him so strongly. As I sat doing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=13</link>
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		<title>Abundance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have been sitting in the mornings knitting, as meditation. It has had such a soothing effect on me, and the time with my self and my knitting during the early morning pre-dawn hours, when the house is otherwise still sleeping, has been a cherished gift. It is leaving me feeling very full. I am [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=12</link>
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		<title>Grace incognito</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Quite often, moments of grace arrive veiled in such a way that we don&#8217;t take them for more than face value for quite a while. The following piece was written about 5 years ago and it addresses a woman I met online before I met Elizabeth. 
The story unfolds over a period of about 4 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=11</link>
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		<title>Are you a real lesbian?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I first asked myself this question, I was 29 years old. I had not had the luxury of growing up with the personal knowledge that I was “different,” or lesbian, or anything other than a normal suburban misfit. Hindsight, of course, is the greatest illustrator. Looking back on my life as I remember it, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=10</link>
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		<title>Playing With Fire</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It is nearly midnight. The logs pop as I take my poker and stir up the coals once more before the flames die out altogether. Once enough embers are glowing, I hastily add another log to the fire. If the fire dies out, the evening is over. The sparks cascade heavenward and light up the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://cultivatinggrace.com/?p=7</link>
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