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Liturgies for Wholeness Elizabeth Moore Audrey Elledge

Liturgies for Wholeness

60 Prayers to Encounter the Depth, Creativity, and Friendship of God in Ordinary Moments

“Elledge and Moore…have waded into the waters of our shared experiences and said the unsayable. They have named the shadows and the light, and they have given us words, in such rich and poetic fashion, for when we don’t have them.”—Joshua Luke Smith, performing artist, pastor, and author

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Top 10 Books of 2023
Top 10 Books of 2023

Let’s just say 2023 was not my year of reading. The goal was the same as the past five years—to read fifty books. Alas, I read twenty-six. Quarter-life angst aside, I did manage to read a few stellar ones. Here are the top ten with sporadic, contextless comments sprinkled throughout.

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liturgies for advent
liturgies for advent

Liturgies for longing, curiosity, finding, and joy.

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poetic interlude: dawn
poetic interlude: dawn

What an honor it is to be awake,
to behold this living landscape,
this blending of sky-colors in real time.

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vi. Scenes
vi. Scenes

Today is ever so soft around the edges, ripe with possibility, quiet with gifts, rich with wealth I will never touch. I am glad to know what makes me alive.

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v. Solace
v. Solace

A few weeks ago, Audrey, Charissa, Corinne, and I spent a weekend writing in Vermont. We tucked ourselves into a white wooden cottage on the side of a highway, and surrounded ourselves with a solace so personal we could reach out and touch it.

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iv. Skies
iv. Skies

Last week, I had a meltdown in Central Park. The great and depressing thing about this city is its anonymity, its generous allowance to cry in public. Weeping among strangers feels like a rite of passage, like a necessary part of being a New Yorker. For better or worse, New York gives you the utmost freedom to shed a tear in the Shakespeare Garden or to walk, sobbing, across the Bow Bridge.

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