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one leaf
“We are one leaf on the great human tree.” ~Pablo Neruda Because I know how it feels to be objectified and made into “the other”–the faceless, the nameless the object that is easy to discard, use and manipulate for gain–I am remembering on this day to stay human, to see the relationship of myself to…
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open letters to my allies and petty tyrants
Dear Allies, Thank you for your unconditional support and positive regard. Thank you for showing up when I needed you, listening, and sending me positive energy so often. I am softer and more yielding because of your love. I have learned to allow goodness into my heart and to trust again because of you. My…
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agape
They say life is more beautiful when you’re in love. (and it’s true) I’m finding it is positively breathtaking as I learn to fall in love with myself. (sweetness there) Suddenly, gifts are given freely and received with grace. (so much grace) The reds and yellow of life jump out from the grey, lurking shadows…
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tools instead of weapons [heart + mind = grace]
I have a strong mind. I used to use it as a weapon. It cut, it slashed, it burned, it hurt. Then one day, I discovered where my true power lives (in my heart), and now I use my mind as a tool. Sometimes this tool destroys (mindfully) but often this tool builds and creates…
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maybe
Maybe a Zen teaching story Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “Maybe,” the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with…
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space for my tears
I hurt my finger on Friday morning. Badly. At the time, I was rushing to get my kids to school because my older daughter slept through her alarm and needed a ride. My roommate asked if I was okay. I told her yes but in actuality, I was in tremendous pain, the kind of pain…
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