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THE VOICE OF THE MOTHER IS WILD

By Melonie Cannon

If you’ve ever attended a guided meditation class, one of the first journeys the teacher might take you on is to imagine yourself as a tree with roots growing from the bottoms of your feet or your root chakra. These roots spread out and grow and entangle themselves with the center of the earth so …

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Sariah, Our Sister

By Megan Wilcox Goates

I’ve spent a great deal of time recently reading about the restoration of the Gospel and the early days of the church, which is A TRIP, people. And, because I finished reading the Book of Mormon recently, I also undertook that familiar Latter-day Saint U-turn move of immediately beginning to re-read that book of scripture …

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The Story of My Life

By Megan Wilcox Goates

Musing on the topic of “Why I Write” feels a little indulgent, as not everyone writes or even necessarily cares why I write. Hear me out. I, obviously, love writers and reading about their processes. I AM a writer. I teach writing. I read books (particularly memoirs) LIKE IT’S MY JOB. But waxing prosaic about …

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Unspoken Prayer

By Thalia Pope

Unspoken Prayer My questions, pleas to you ascend unvoiced, rendered slowly in the crunching of pine needles under feet, sweepings of slippers ascending spiral carpet stairs, fragile turnings and siftings of tissue-papered scripture sieved between verses. Do you speak likewise, to me, in these wordless tongues? Your husband’s baritone servants sit, stand, speak before lemon-oiled …

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Creation Appreciation

By Sherilyn Stevenson

I pause for art. (And if you’re visiting Segullah, chances are you do, too.)   More than once, I’ve happened upon a temporary visual arts display in the main lobby of my children’s high school. Attracted first by the colors and lines, ultimately the potential for discovering talent pulls me further into the exhibit. Pushing …

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Guest Post: Seeking Light

By Kellie Purcill

The gleaming, golden orb pulsates with energy. I cradle this bright globe in the space between my outstretched hands. Eyes closed, I effortlessly roll and recede, left and right; I am a clear, sparkling wave on a peaceful shore. I raise my orb overhead; it radiates in purity. I focus on my cool, cupped palms, …

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The Love of God

By Meg Conley

JULY 21, 2015 Hello, friends. I’ve been gone for a time. Gone from you and in some ways, gone from me. We moved while I was missing and I am finding myself in this new place. There is healing and there is hope in this little house. I’ll write more soon. But, for now, I’ll …

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