Author Archives: shannonbeck2

Jesus and Hallmark

When I was partnered, we called Valentine’s Day, “VD”. So, I never have been a fan of Hallmark holidays and the pressure it puts on lovers.   Nonetheless, I was a victim of the desire for something surprising and sweet. … Continue reading

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In this week before Christmas I feel as if the world is sinking. Sinking to a worse self: falling out of line with the rhythms of hope that we need to survive and thrive. The earth itself seems forced to … Continue reading

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Will you come with me into the evergreens? We will tiptoe like birds, just a crackle through the bushes, which have died with such radiance, now dried and partial bodies folded, some still hanging by a tiny forest thread With … Continue reading

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In a heartbeat

Warm mud squishes through my toes I am walking through sand and shells, tide flats and the narrow channel of the Swinomish river which pours itself into Puget Sound It is September 10, 70 degrees a shelf of clouds dissolves … Continue reading

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I watch the moon set behind the rainforest, it is a 6am commute into the city, October Humming and warm, I drive on concrete past cedars skimming a mile of water, with just the hum of the wheels and car … Continue reading

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The voyage west

Six days ago I loaded a residual of earthly possessions (an espresso machine, musical instruments, hair products, and some clothes) into my CRV and began driving north, then west. Destination: Seattle. After four years in Louisville, KY, I cried crossing … Continue reading

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Aging and snus

It astounds me sometimes that I come from snus-chewing, John Deere loving, gun-toting rednecks. Not that I don’t exhibit a bit that charm still, lucky you. We all grew up with strange and inappropriate colloquialisms that we do not realize … Continue reading

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