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Peace Be Upon You

Originally posted on Around ZuZu's Barn:
Protected by darkness last Thursday night, a hooded figure crept up to the Community Center of Masjid Al-Hoda. He smashed a window with an ax, painted anti-Muslim graffiti on the front of the Mosque and then, like the coward he is, ran away. This afternoon, people of all…

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Intertwining Roots – A Lesson on Community

Originally posted on joanneeddy's blog:
Redwood trees have always impressed me. From a seed no bigger in size than a tomato seed, they grow as tall as 35 story buildings. In fact, their height helps them survive in dry seasons as it helps them live on only the moisture they are able to extract…

blogging 101 · Community · Cultures · Empathy · kindness · Parables · Re-blogs

Cultural Empathy: The 10 Dimensions of Cultural Value

Kathy Hauisen shared this post on her blog HowWiseThen <blog@howwisethen.com>. This guest blog was originally posted by LEAD (Living Every Day As Disciples) – a ministry of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America’s Texas-Louisiana Gulf Coast Synod. Lynn is a member of Living Word in Katy and a Spiritual Director. Her focus is on, “Seeing the sacred in… Continue reading Cultural Empathy: The 10 Dimensions of Cultural Value

blogging · blogging 101 · Community · humor · musings · WordPress · writing

I Dunno

I keep being asked why I write, why I blog, what do I want to accomplish with my writing?What, what, why, why?  Its  like being asked why I breathe, why I live, what am I to accomplish with my life. My answer: I dunno. Why do some people want to be parents? Why does someone write… Continue reading I Dunno

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Who Are You Again?

Class reunions. They are synonymous with hopeful memories and awful nightmares. I’m heading ‘back home’ in a few days to meet those kids with whom I experienced puberty, Algebra I, yearbook signings, and endless miles of dragging Main. In ‘my day’, the street wasn’t named Main St., but that’s what we called it. ‘Where are… Continue reading Who Are You Again?