The Weakest Reed

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.

July 14, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson
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When you find yourself in THAT place. Again. Still. (Or: It’s ok if everything’s not ok)

In the same way any word transforms itself into a virtually indistinguishable collection of lines and curves after having been written over and over again, I’ve begun to wonder what exactly is the meaning of that phrase so often dispensed … Continue reading

June 2, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson
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On having faith, being disappointed and how it all just kind of sucks sometimes

When I hear a statement like “It was even better than I could have possibly imagined,” I find myself suspecting it likely has more to do with a lack of imagination than the quality of the actual experience.  More often … Continue reading

February 3, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson
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On Scuba Diving and Deep Sea Thinking

Last week I was remembering a series of scuba dives I took several years back when we visited Mexico.  I had been working towards scuba certification in some community center pool in the middle of winter in Minnesota but I … Continue reading

September 20, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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A post for when it is fall and you’re turning 35 next week

At the height of summer a garden is verdant and plush, explosive with life.  But as the produce of the field grows ripe, the branches become ungainly as they droop here and there to accommodate the weight of burgeoning fruit. … Continue reading

July 23, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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This will not end in death…

There is this thing I’ve been holding onto for a long time. It’s a picture of the way I assumed my life would be. It’s become a bit frayed these last years as I gripped it tightly, frequently taking it … Continue reading

April 23, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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When you wonder if you’ve buried the best of you…

It wasn’t that life had been idyllic before my mom left us, though I had been told that from the outside it appeared so.  There were certainly fault lines that our home had been built on. Generations of our family, … Continue reading