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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: suffering

Bearing Witness, Refusing to Turn Away, Again

October 16, 2023

How many times must we do this? Does it ever stop? The earthquakes, floods, and fires. The wars. Ukraine last …

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Truth-Telling in Poetry and Art: The Horrors of War and Human Complacency

March 7, 2022

I read a brilliant piece in The New York Times this morning about how suffering hides in plain sight. The …

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You Don’t Have to Love Them, Just Love

September 13, 2021

A man lamented to an Elder in his Church that try as he might, he could not love his hyper-critical, …

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Bearing Witness – Refusing to Turn Away

June 5, 2014

I found this painting of a beggar at the blog site of an artist that I admire. She found it …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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