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The August edition of the Segullah Journal is up.

It’s been a roller coaster of days, weeks and hours of moving house and life across the country this summer and all the time leading up to it. Moving was/is/will continue to be disquieting , strenuous and leveling, all in a constant upheaval of sanity and satiety. Yet, when I sit and settle myself into good writing or soak in lush art, the world settles a little softer in my soul. It’s the reason I have to have the pictures on the wall and the books on their shelves before my mind and body can be at ease, at home in my new home.

While my house is still a wreck of plastic wrappings and cardboard packaging, I felt at home in my study room catastrophe this evening as I read this month’s offerings of poetry and prose. I was lifted and lighted and settled.

I remembered why I always feel at home here at Segullah.

We hope you do too- here on the blog and in always at the Segullah Journal.

If you are stopping by my new house sometime soon, accept fair warning for the lack of burnished beauty or organization, and mostly for the mess I’m working through as I strive to get my own books on the shelves and art on the walls.  But please, stop in to admire, sink in and soak up the fine things we are hanging up and setting out at the Segullah Journal this month. It’s really great stuff.

P.S. New things are around the corner for next week. Watch for good stuff to come on the blog too.


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