Amanda Mininger -Reditus-

What an embrace of warming honesty. Merci.
You close your eyes and i hear “i get it” .
My condolences; may your heart find the comfort #reminisce

Amanda Mininger

It’s been a really long time since I talked about writing.

I started this blog years ago when I was determined to be a writer (re: do more than just fill notebooks at home, in private, with no one to read what was in them). I thought I’d write confidently and prolifically about the craft and business of writing, as I was growing and learning. But since then I have drifted far from that center to explore whatever was interesting to me. Turns out I didn’t want to be bound by one idea of what I should be sharing. Turns out I’m not so good at having a unified message.

I’m coming back to writing today because I’ve lately been thinking about how much it’s changed for me. Whatever fount of creativity I’ve been clinging to over the last few years has dried up and left in its place a…

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#ItsAWrap

So, my first time producing a show was the most amazing one; i couldn’t even begin to imagine that one day i would have this oportunity -blessing-.

#producer #blessed #WorkingForTheMostHigh #MyBossTheGreatestOfAll #grateful #VigiliaDeOración #singingheart #testifica​
20 Now unto Him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,

Ephesians 3:2021st Century King James Version (KJ21)

If we only knew…

It’s in the little every day acts of love/kindness/humbleness & gratitude. #BeTheChange #TakeAStand #ShareTheLight #LightToLight 

@cHar0n_m0stazA

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via @el_pais

De momentos…

Ruidos que crean tiempo, erosionan el silencio.                                                                                   Mi silencio que evanece y ya no es más.                                                                                                 Es murmullos, líneas muertas, eternas,                  cimientos de sombrías cuevas.

Alto -siga- paralelidad  de autopista,                                                                                                       espiral vertiginoso                                                                                                                                 ambivalencia que camina.

Estruendosa desesperación por llegar a todas y ninguna parte.                                                                    Zumbidos, tal vez palabras que intentan decir y encontrarse.                                                                                                                                                  Interludio. Carcajadas                                                                                                                                                                            Volátil suspiro de nostalgia.

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