How’s Your Heart?

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For even the smallest hole may feel bottomless

if carved out by another’s less than gentle hand.

Every fluttering page, brick, case, or feast

that you’ve used to mend the hollow

only makes weary walls creak

beneath a pressure never invited,

now a (not so welcome) guest.

You’ve even learned to ration your love

into morsels no larger than pencil shavings,

feeding your ravenous craving with meager meals

not fit for any budding soul.

Were you to just abandon the dread

that you think keeps you from a famine,

you would find that full banquets of love

never diminish from returning visits,

but only surge and grow

as you help yourself to more.

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The Most Surprising Most Wanted List You May Ever Read

While we have plenty to be afraid of in our daily lives, these seven killers may have never crossed your mind. Mostly because these ones don’t have a face, or even a name. But they are dangerous all the same. Husband and wife team Andrew and Gaia Grant have dubbed them the “creativity killers.”

Our generation has seen a steep drop off in creativity despite access to better resources, quicker communication, and a host of other perks. Meaning that these menacing criminals have already been stalking their prey and getting away with it for far too long. Thanks to the Grants’ book, Who Killed Creativity, we now have a forensic gameplan for how to spot these killers in action and prevent them from committing future crimes.

The best way to stay safe from them out on those mean streets? Use failure as an opportunity to learn, pick a new hobby and don’t give it up until you’ve perfected it, trust your gut, seek out new options, ask for help, take a breath and believe that what you want out of life isn’t as impossible as you may think.

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Life On the Frontier

Home is a place you make. We’ve learned the neighbors’ names. They sound different than ours. 

His hands were always a sea of calluses. I can’t remember them any other way. 

We had only what we needed once. Happiness snuck up and found us here. 

More than a touch, not quite a caress. 

They’re leaving now. He says to a better land.

Home is a place you make. These are just the boards and nails and prairies we thought we deserved. Home feels different now.

 

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