Category Archives: Kathleen Friesen

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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continental divide from wilkerson pass

Continental Divide viewed from Wilkerson Pass Continue reading

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south park ranch road

Ranch road west of Hartsel in South Park National Historic Area, Colorado Continue reading

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continental divide from grouse mountain

The sacred space at the top of Grouse Mountain … thankful to be there again. Continue reading

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faith and doubt: living with what is

As a child I wanted to know what would happen next. I can still hear myself asking, “What are we doing today?” And, “Are we there yet?!” Continue reading

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