Category Archives: Journal

Desperation (#tbt)

Desperation… it conjures up images of a salty body prone in the sand, baking under a scorching, desert sun, dry-mouthed, so hot yet too dehydrated even to sweat; after hours walking, hours crawling, hours struggling to continue in search of … Continue reading

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Little Light of Mine (#TBT)

The lies I tell myself are all that keep me going. They’re all that I have. Is there anything but self-deception? Yes and no. To say everything is a lie misses the mark. Is anything ever that simple? Yes and … Continue reading

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Striking Oil (#TBT)

Why write? To have a record, to avoid the pitfalls of memory? Yet I seldom ever look at what I write again. More than keeping track, the benefit of writing for me is in the process. Too often I become absorbed with … Continue reading

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Duramen

My mind raced. I knew I wouldn’t feel anything. Do I ever really feel anything? I move through my feelings so fast it can be hard to tell. I wonder whether it’s all for show. It seemed my thoughts had … Continue reading

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Introductions

Hi! I’m Morgan, or at least I call myself that for now. Really, I don’t know who I am. I’m not convinced that it’s something that can really be known. I’m not convinced it’s real, at least not how we … Continue reading

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Refugees in Athens

Reblogging the first post documenting the journey of an amazing young woman who left everything behind to help heal the world. An insightful look into the refugee crisis from a fresh perspective. I’m looking forward to learning alongside her. While … Continue reading

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Living in Context

I slipped off my shoes and walked deliberately down the hall towards my nametag. I coyly smiled at some people as I walked past the gathering in the bookstore, grabbed my nametag off the wall, and entered the sanctuary space. … Continue reading

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