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 2025-07-27 11:00 UTC by Corey
 I walk.
Each day, usually. For health.
For strength.
For sanity. To clear the noise.
To welcome silence.
To hear what’s underneath. I walk to put thoughts in line.
Or to let them scatter.
To remember. To forget.
To forgive. It is my ritual.
My rebellion.
My prayer in motion. 
- It Hasn’t Stopped!
- BlackBerry Pie Making Lesson
- 1988 Paris
- Hiking in the French Alpes
- The Liturgy of Care
  While I’ve been in California, surrounded by sunshine and the familiar comfort of family, Yann, Chelsea and the Pickles are off in Normandy, visiting his mother. And truly — I am happy for them. Really, I am. It’s a beautiful thing — three generations under one roof, stories passing hands, and I’m truly glad they’re there. Truly.
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 Zinnias’ unpretentious, joyous wonder can make me smile without even trying, with their pop-pop colors and sturdy stalks. Zinnias remind me of home, which reminds me of childhood, which reminds me of summer—blackberry pies, swimming at my cousins’ house, then coming back for dinner with a bouquet of zinnias on the kitchen table. That... Read the whole entry... »
One Week Old
2025-07-24 11:00 UTC by Corey Today was a beautiful baby bundle day. My mother and I met baby Cal, my great nephew—Jack (my nephew) and Jordan’s son. He arrived three weeks early, a tiny surprise, and because of that, I got to meet him before heading back to France. If he’d waited, I’d have missed him. My mother held her great-grandchild, the first one she’s... Read the whole entry... »
New Day
2025-07-23 11:00 UTC by CoreyLife is running alongside us begging us to take hold,
literally feeding us with all it has,
surrounding us with an invisible yet visible bountiful blanket. How easy it is to be blinded by the beautiful abundance,
as we wake up to a new day with too many stars and grains of sand to count. Whatever brings us joy, no matter how small, let it... Read the whole entry... »
She’s lived here always,
where generosity grows.
Her door is open—
Family and friends come,
carrying sweetness in the crook of their arms. Fresh corn, still warm from the sun,
twice in one week from cousins who hadn’t planned it,
but somehow knew. A bouquet left on the porch,
a jar of something homemade,
a bag full... Read the whole entry... »
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