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WHEN THE LONE OWL CALLS

In LIFE by Lyse Lauren5 Comments

I lived less than a hundred meters away from an old village cremation ground and witnessed the unceasing flow of processions, sometimes weekly, sometimes monthly. The solemn groups of family, friends and community members who carried the deceased on their final journey to fires of dissolution all passed by my small abode.

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FROM RECOVERY TO TAKING REFUGE: A TESTIMONY

In ACTIVISM by Alejandro Serrano8 Comments

I was struggling with anger and resistance to accept I was being an asshole to my loved ones, my sponsor asked: “have you kneeled to God lately?”. I was utterly surprised by that question. “What in the world is he talking about?”, I thought. I felt offended. I couldn’t believe he had the nerves to ask me to kneel.