Destiny of Cumin

Destiny of Cumin

February 12, 2020

Jasmine V. Bailey's nonfiction piece "Destiny of Cumin" appears in Issue No. 54: The Everyday.

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The Portrait

The Portrait

February 11, 2020

This portrait was, by contrast, honest. It contained texture and dimension. Beauty informed by design and ineffable grit. Its splendid composition carried a story of what it felt like to live in a female body—and the contradiction and cultural weight that came along with it.

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Black Space, Dark Matter

Black Space, Dark Matter

February 06, 2020

I allow the same for my soul. Sit in the unshapen, breathless; being. No push to rush away the restless, the flush of alone and feeling of being lost in charcoal soil. According to divine creation, there is pause, quiet, unwind from action.

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Holocene

Holocene

February 04, 2020

The trees are still a vibrant green, hardly a red leaf in sight. It’s hard to think of “loss” in this space so thick with greenery, but there’s no other word for it—loss of the seasons, loss of species that can’t cope with the persisting warmth.

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Hello, You Nervous Wreck: Choosing Self-Forgiveness

Hello, You Nervous Wreck: Choosing Self-Forgiveness

January 30, 2020

Few people speak openly of the pain that comes from ending a non-romantic relationship. That means when your platonic bond does fall apart, it makes you feel like there’s something wrong with you. You aren’t equipped to deal with it, and you’re left drowning in a sea of doubt, self-loathing, and uncertainty.

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The Promise of 4 p.m.

The Promise of 4 p.m.

January 28, 2020

Our busy and occupied lives slowly chip away at our ability to experience rest. The city never sleeps and so neither do we. When a moment of rest finally arrives, we meet it filled with restlessness.  Even in the stillness of my quiet house, I search for noise.

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Letter from 1996: Rembrandt and Winter on a Turkish Peninsula

Letter from 1996: Rembrandt and Winter on a Turkish Peninsula

January 23, 2020

I am here to read, write, and draw. I am here to find solace, a new center, to torture myself in the wake of a failed marriage. I am here to avoid anyone who might perceive my heart is broken. To hide. When the sun comes out, I walk by the sea.

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Dreaming of Predators: Entrepreneurship and Healing Creative Wounds

Dreaming of Predators: Entrepreneurship and Healing Creative Wounds

January 21, 2020

And entrepreneurship is petrifying. Of course my throat is closing. Of course my body is resisting. Of course I wake from nightmares clutching my neck. Vulnerability once meant death.

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Navratri: Nine Nights of Goddess

Navratri: Nine Nights of Goddess

January 14, 2020

A shiver moves down my spine, and I wrap my sweatshirt tighter. Sometimes, despite the incantations, I really just need one of your many arms to hold me. To hold all of us. I want to shout out—Bhoodevi, the earth, is at the bottom of the ocean.

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A Year (And Counting) of Mercy

A Year (And Counting) of Mercy

January 09, 2020

Mercy has become an exercise in noticing: the unexpected coffee bought for me by a friend, a kind email from a colleague, a whole chocolate cake left on my desk by a volunteer at a nonprofit I work for. If this past year has been one of sorrows, it has also been one where I step from mercy to mercy. 

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Finding Peace in a Greenhouse

Finding Peace in a Greenhouse

January 07, 2020

Greenhouses toe the line between the natural world and the built environment. They protect crops by controlling natural forces such as heavy rain, cold, and strong winds. Though they contain aspects of the natural world like water, soil, plants, and microbiota, they are still highly cultivated and thus disconnected from the wilderness.

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Reaching the Perimeter

Reaching the Perimeter

January 02, 2020

God creates change in our circumstances and us. I have changed as a result of this season, and I have learned that saying, “I do not have enough,” will have to suffice. I do not believe that God created us to be boundless.

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In the Beginning was the Beginning: On New Year’s Parties and Boundaried Beginninglessness

In the Beginning was the Beginning: On New Year’s Parties and Boundaried Beginninglessness

December 31, 2019

I’ve been thinking a lot about beginnings, and anyone who thinks a lot about beginnings begins to understand there’s no end to thinking about beginnings. New Year’s is a beginning, and time. So is creation: the first brick of a house, the first step across the threshold of a door.

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The Wait, The Light: Ruminate Advent Reflections

The Wait, The Light: Ruminate Advent Reflections

December 19, 2019

Advent is a time spent in waiting and preparation for Jesus' birth and his return. Here are 5 articles on The Waking about Advent, a time of light, waiting, and hope.  

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I Used to Love You

I Used to Love You

December 17, 2019

I love God. I really do love God. However, I do not love the church. I have slightly given up on the church. It is hard to reconcile the trauma that the church continues to give people. I struggle at letting go.

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Wishing Upon Shooting Stars

Wishing Upon Shooting Stars

December 12, 2019

I am a sucker for shooting stars. Sometimes I’ve seen them. Other times I’ve not. We live life in the space of both /and, where we can hope, despite there being no guarantee that our hopes are realized.

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A Quiet Truth

A Quiet Truth

December 10, 2019

The poem read: "In America they kill their children." What if there’s a quiet truth to what this person, and most likely many others, think about our country?

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Putting In

Putting In

December 03, 2019

I find this tussle with ambivalence on-going in my writing life, rooted I know in fear. So, when I’m able, I listen for the voices of mentors. I listen for their guidance and faith as I consider tip-toeing in.

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Put Me to Sleep, Doctor

Put Me to Sleep, Doctor

November 26, 2019

“They put pets out of their misery,” my mother said. Mom then glared at her newest visitor. She continued with, “Why can’t you do that with me?” Mom was stitched together by rows of metal staples. They appeared like the tips of landmines on the battlefield of her abdomen.

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A New Chapter for Ruminate

A New Chapter for Ruminate

November 22, 2019

It is with a mix of gratitude and sadness that Ruminate announces the departure of our founder, Brianna Van Dyke, from her thirteen-year-long tenure as editor-in-chief. 

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Nature Lover

Nature Lover

November 21, 2019

It is difficult for me, and I imagine for many of my generation, to step outside and engage with the natural world in any way without worry. Is this the end? Will we lose it, all of it? 

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Sparrows, Breath, Memory: On Writing and Identity

Sparrows, Breath, Memory: On Writing and Identity

November 19, 2019

I think, sometimes, that we are at every moment, poised between perspectives, and sometimes it is unbearable to have to choose, again, how to look at a thing, ourselves, and sometimes it is freeing and joyful to know we can choose.

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Rooftops I + Fragments V

Rooftops I + Fragments V

November 18, 2019

Seth Clark's visual art "Rooftops" and "Fragments" appears in Issue No. 53: Shelter.

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Imperfection

Imperfection

November 15, 2019

My husband’s scant eight weeks in hospice were the best eight weeks of our marriage. We rediscovered our deep love for each other and I saw the meaninglessness of my striving. Suddenly, there was peace.

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Buttoned

Buttoned

November 13, 2019

Melissa Ostrom's essay "Buttoned" appears in Issue No. 53: Shelter.

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Broken

Broken

November 12, 2019

My sick body is still good. She is still me. She is still wise and strong. My female body—to which others believe they are entitled—is still my home. She is still my power. Our stressed and strained bodies are waiting for us to return to them.

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God Didn't Save Me—You Did

God Didn't Save Me—You Did

November 07, 2019

Teaching has saved me some days. When I didn’t want to get up but had to because there was George Saunders or Sandra Cisneros to read and discuss, I was saved from the pit of Myself Left To Myself that I remember preachers often scaring me into.

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Encroachment

Encroachment

November 06, 2019

John Sibley Williams's poem "Encroachment" appears in Issue No. 53: Shelter.

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Asian Dramas: On Displacement, Vulnerability, and New Perspectives

Asian Dramas: On Displacement, Vulnerability, and New Perspectives

November 05, 2019

When I was growing up, the beautiful people with interesting lives were American or European, like me. Always. This reality remained unexamined for me, as did its implied negative—that it’s a little less desirable to be anything else.

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!Feliz Día de los Muertos!

!Feliz Día de los Muertos!

October 31, 2019

The streets were alive with color, music, and chatter. Many people had painted faces, some sang, others danced, and most of us marched up the hilly street to the cemetery gates. This is how Mexico celebrates los muertos WITH los muertos.

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Lights, Stories, and Celebrating Joy—Diwali

Lights, Stories, and Celebrating Joy—Diwali

October 29, 2019

While I am not particularly religious, Diwali fills me with a strange sense of hope and light and all things new. Being away from home, I even indulged in a bit of worship as my mom taught me how to do it. This is the only festival I am willing to make the compromise on.

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the practice of hope: reminders on how to be (or, contemplative practices against capitalism)

the practice of hope: reminders on how to be (or, contemplative practices against capitalism)

October 24, 2019

Share: meals, music, resources, festivities. Create alternative economies based on generosity and care. Sit on front porches. Feast well, and often.

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Write Around the Mulberry Bush

Write Around the Mulberry Bush

October 22, 2019

At home, my computer dings, illuminating the puzzle of sentences. My fingers punch the keys, tap the space bar, cursor the thesaurus. Cut and paste, insert, delete. Reorder, revise, redo.

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Everyone Else's Emergency

Everyone Else's Emergency

October 17, 2019

 I don’t know which lens to wear to handle the news that the world, as I know it, might be ending in my lifetime. It’s not real, I think, I hope, because it doesn’t seem to be happening to me.

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The Cosmic Ellipsis (or How I Chose to Go to Seminary)

The Cosmic Ellipsis (or How I Chose to Go to Seminary)

October 15, 2019

 It is a beautiful enigma. When, in the presence of a mountain, we must endure its puzzle. It is something greater than us, and everything that is greater than us invites us to rise.

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