Soon, I’ll fly to a state in which I’ve never been. Then I’ll be a passenger in a car to another state I’ve never been.
I’ll be one in only 40 women in a secluded spot, staying in what used to be a convet. A holy space that will be the same for us.
I’ll get to hug a woman I admire whom I, in blessing, finally met face-to-face over a year and a half ago.
I’ll get to finally embrace a kindred spirit for the first time, where we’ve been connected across the time zones for years now. Writing can bring those who share passions, so very close.
Refine, the retreat, comes in two weeks.
My insides stir in anticipation for the quiet, the connection, the wisdom seeking and worship pouring. I crave these times. Set aside for journaling, fellowship mixed with introvert hours – perfect for growth and recuperation.
Kris has hosted these days before and this will be my first time joining. I love the vision for keeping it small, intimate, low-key and filled with Spirit. My heart longs for that environment.
He awakens me in such spaces. Though His pursuit is unceasing – in the every day of life as well as the carved out weekends.
I am not truly myself when in dry seasons of writing.
I am the only one to blame for those spells. Yet He graciously gives me times to return. And I sit in thankfulness.
So soon I go. We gather. He moves.
Selah
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Doing the Small Things
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Posted on August 13, 2018 by Leigh Kay
I took a “mental health” day today.
No work. No obligations.
There were things I needed to get done (laundry, grocery shopping, laundry, changing my name over to my married name, laundry) but I tried not to make any promises I couldn’t keep and I tried to allow myself the introvert time in which I could soak.
Those that know me may not find it easy to believe that I’ve grown deep into introvert roots. I cultivate a healthy balance now. Read More
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Life Sneaks Up
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Posted on July 23, 2018 by Leigh Kay
Have you ever prepared for a move or begun Spring Cleaning and come across something you’d almost forgotten existed? You brush off the dust and for a split second may even forget how to use it — like an old instrument (I’m looking at you, Elementary School recorder).
That kind of feeling is what I’m experiencing. Read More
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The Whir of Passing Time
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Posted on January 24, 2018 by Leigh Kay
I know.
It’s been….a long while. I’m honestly going to be incredibly surprised if there is even a “you” reading this. I may have lost the small pairs of eyes I did have, due to this belabored absence.
So much has occurred. Beautiful things. Excruciating things. Life.
We all experience it.
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Cognitive Dissonance & Grapes
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Posted on April 9, 2017 by Leigh Kay
There is cognitive dissonance which exists when a writer ceases to write. For any period of time, not participating in one’s passions can cause a myriad of reactions, one of which is the rationalization that “I don’t have anything worth saying”.
It devalues that which it once held as highest esteem – most cathartic and noble of efforts. It is a subversion of reality.
It’s hokum…
…and I do it all the time. Read More
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Time for Refine[ment]
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Posted on March 12, 2017 by Leigh Kay
Soon, I’ll fly to a state in which I’ve never been. Then I’ll be a passenger in a car to another state I’ve never been.
I’ll be one in only 40 women in a secluded spot, staying in what used to be a convet. A holy space that will be the same for us.
I’ll get to hug a woman I admire whom I, in blessing, finally met face-to-face over a year and a half ago.
I’ll get to finally embrace a kindred spirit for the first time, where we’ve been connected across the time zones for years now. Writing can bring those who share passions, so very close.
Refine, the retreat, comes in two weeks.
My insides stir in anticipation for the quiet, the connection, the wisdom seeking and worship pouring. I crave these times. Set aside for journaling, fellowship mixed with introvert hours – perfect for growth and recuperation.
Kris has hosted these days before and this will be my first time joining. I love the vision for keeping it small, intimate, low-key and filled with Spirit. My heart longs for that environment.
He awakens me in such spaces. Though His pursuit is unceasing – in the every day of life as well as the carved out weekends.
I am not truly myself when in dry seasons of writing.
I am the only one to blame for those spells. Yet He graciously gives me times to return. And I sit in thankfulness.
So soon I go. We gather. He moves.
Selah
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The Weight of Advent
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Posted on January 8, 2017 by Leigh Kay
*On October 7th, I had the abundant honor of guest posting at author Kris Camealy’s blog for the release of her then upcoming book Come Lord Jesus: The Weight of Waiting. I wrote the piece which appeared on her site. I wanted to post it here as well, for though the book as released and Advent has passed, these pages of hers and her Father’s stay with a person. I don’t think one has to wait until a hard point on the calendar to come. To sit. To be silent and wait for His glory. For His coming. So I post on my site now, for the reminder of how the book spoke to me then. How I believe it will speak to you. Not just in November through Christmas day, but all year. Even today. Even this moment. Buy the book, I sincerely suggest.
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There is an added excitement when you know something is coming.
Surprises are great (I, personally, appreciate them), but there is eagerness, hope, anticipation when you know something good is ahead.
Do you remember being a kid and shifting limbs all the hours leading up to your birthday party, or leaving for a family vacation, or arguably quite the biggest of all – waiting for the morning after Santa had come?
The not-knowing what you would open mixed with the knowing the day would actually happen left the wonder bursting through our eyes for days (if not weeks).
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Here’s to You
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Posted on December 7, 2016 by Leigh Kay
There are dry seasons to everything.
Drought rather than rain.
Stagnation rather than growth.
Silence rather than flourish of writing/communicating.
Complacency where there used to be drive, striving, reaching.
Everyone goes through these at various and repetitive points in life. I have not met one who is immune.
I think there’s a solidarity, no matter the culture, race, gender, education of a person – that we can all understand that experience. The still. The calm before the impending something.
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Sound & Sense
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Posted on September 24, 2016 by Leigh Kay
I kept all of my literary books from College.
If it was an English class, or my contemporary theater class, or the one time I took a class on Joseph Conrad without really knowing what I was getting into…
No matter the topic, those books stayed with me, and have made every move thereafter.
Call it what you will; it honestly boils down to my sheer inability to part with the written word. Because I believe it has far more to teach me than what I extract the couple of times I open its binding. From all experience, I can come back to a book I’ve either opened a handful or hundreds of times before – and it will show me something new. It will evoke a feeling previously unnoticed. It will teach me all over again. Read More
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When It Gets To Me (and why I wish it wouldn’t)
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Posted on July 24, 2016 by Leigh Kay
The outpouring of support and celebration from my next step announcement was so wonderfully kindhearted! Thank you, in truthfulness, for everyone who “liked” or commented or texted to share in the unexpected joy of this next adventure. Sincerely, more than you know, it touched me.
In the spirit of transparency, I wanted to share an ugly truth about myself from which God has been kneading (or trying to) the knots out of my character. Read More
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What Happens Next
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Posted on July 21, 2016 by Leigh Kay
I’ve been silent about what’s been brewing these last few months. It feels nice to still be protective of personal information – as opposed to sharing every facet the moment it occurs.
That isn’t a judgment by the way – because I participate in this Social-Media-saturated world as well. As a writer in this decade, it’s a necessity. Gathering your audience, connecting to others, being accessible. It’s part of the job. It’s also part of who I’ve always been. Open-book (most of the time, not always). Being personable has never been hard for me. I’ve never been shy.
That may be why I enjoyed this withholding all the more.
It is unique, and it was a breath of fresh air. Read More
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