Category Archives: Kathleen Friesen

Kathleen Murray Foster Friesen

“X     The light has gone out of my life.” Today these words written by Theodore Roosevelt on the day that his wife and mother passed away resonate deeply with me. Kathleen, the love of my life and my soul mate, … Continue reading

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fall and transitions: living with what is

“Living with what is” is the ultimate challenge. It is the dancing “and” … . I choose to allow the dancing “and” to weave the threads of my life, to fully expand my heart and soul. Continue reading

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are we there yet: living with what is

When I was growing up, my Hooley-Murray grandparents lived near Lockport, New York, just beyond Lake Erie and Buffalo, 550 miles away. And, my Troyer-Stauffer grandparents lived near Milford, Nebraska, 650 miles away. “Are we there yet?,” constantly echoed from the back seat. The answer echoed back with a sigh, “No. Just enjoy the trip.” Continue reading

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sunset at cedar bluff reservoir

The beauty of the Smoky River Valley … a Kansas sunset … Continue reading

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hiding: living with what is

When I was growing up, a favorite pastime was to create a play tent. My brother and I would begin by placing a card table in the center of the living room, covering it with a blanket, and continuing to build. By the time we finished, the field of blankets would stretch across the living room, forming a table-height tent. Continue reading

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daydreams of South Park and Wilkerson Pass

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the geography of here: living with what is

The Kansas landscape hides stories. I’ve often laughed, “It isn’t the end of the earth, but you can see it from here.”  Continue reading

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known and unknown: living with what is

There is comfort in the ordinary. But today was not ordinary. Continue reading

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clyfford still: untitled

Black was never a color of death or terror for me. I think of it as warm and generative. But color is what you choose to make it.” – Clyfford Still Continue reading

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healing: living with what is

I’ve been re-imagining healing in the context of my diagnosis of recurrent ovarian cancer. I’m pondering healing … not curing, solving, or fixing. Continue reading

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