Sometimes after biking somewhere when I get home I forget I am still wearing my bicycle helmet, but when I look down to grab the keys from my bag I feel the straps dig in to my double chin. Then I remember.
This is an actual thing, plus I love you.
Sometimes after biking somewhere when I get home I forget I am still wearing my bicycle helmet, but when I look down to grab the keys from my bag I feel the straps dig in to my double chin. Then I remember.
This is an actual thing, plus I love you.
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Nau mai, haere mai (welcome) from Aotearoa/ New Zealand. I’m an educator, theologian, poet, textile artist, extrovert and lover of the Church. This is a space primarily for Christian poetry and blessing but also reflection. Want to use my work or know more? Please check in via a comment or email.
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