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An archer on a horse drawing arrow
  • Essay

You are the arrow and the archer

  • October 15, 2025
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  • By Ann Bevans

How tension, grief, and pressure are preparing you to fly There’s a moment in archery when everything is still. You’ve urged your horse forward. You’ve nocked your arrow and drawn the string. You’ve taken aim. You are ready. Then, for a split second, everything stops, and time holds its breath…

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A path leading through the woods
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Keep shining, dear one

  • October 15, 2025
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  • By Ann Bevans

A message for you to keep going I wrote this today. Or maybe it wrote me… I believe in my heart of hearts that I will always have enough. Can I say I am enough? That one’s tougher, but that’s where I need to get to. That’s an important part of my…

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A woman's hands holding a basket full of vegetables with a garden in the background
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Tiny hands in warm soil

  • September 15, 2025
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My vision to bring our tattered world back into alignment with what’s real I had an experience when I was 15 years old that changed my life. I don’t remember how it happened, but I was asked to be a camp counselor for a group of inner city kids for…

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Woman'shands holding a leaf with a forest in the background
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The life I would allow myself to live

  • August 15, 2025
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  • By Ann Bevans

Hustle culture is lying to you. Here’s how to set yourself free. Yesterday, I had a conversation with a new-old friend. She asked what I’m working on, and I found myself speaking my vision aloud for the first time. As I rambled through my dream, I noticed how right it…

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Girl lying on the floor writing in a book with a 'cello in the background
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The sound of one hand clapping

  • July 23, 2025
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  • By Ann Bevans

You got the applause you craved, but it felt hollow. Here’s why. In one of my earliest memories, I’m four years old, standing barefoot on a grassy hill at some sort of summer camp. I don’t know the other kids. They don’t want to know me. And then it came,…

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