an addiction haiku
in bed with thoughts of pleasure
dripping deep inside
lusting for morning coffee
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morning haiku in a new home
fierce wind dances with wetness warm coffee on tongue, a jet pushes through the sky
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this overflow
I could not have known what love is if I had never felt this longing. Anything done to excess becomes boring except this overflow that moves toward you. ~Rumi
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just as you are [or find your joy wings]
Last night I received a scathing comment on this blog post from a woman who is a friend of a friend. One of the people who lives on the edges of my life. The post clearly triggered her own feelings of low self-worth so she lashed out at me. In our subsequent email exchange, she…
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Last week, I wrote about the chaos of the Discomfort Monster. This week, it’s a different monster all together: The Gnarly Judgement Monster. We all have those people in our lives that are like Voldemort in Harry Potter: He Who Shall Not Be Named. They are the people that have criticized us or treated us…
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perfectly woven | utterly unraveling
snip snip snip cutting ties that have bound and cut off the circulation to my heart stich stich stich stiching and weaving the love that is close more firmly and deeply into my life snip to the fantasies snip to button eyes snip to deception stiching care and love stiching co-creation stiching radical honesty no…
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do you see?
Dear Bluebeard, It seems you decided somewhere along the line that I am the perfect girl to fit into that little space in your pocket in your life– –that little compartment in your dreams, or your fantasies where things are tidy and YOU get your needs met. (Do you see ME?) To my brothers: I…
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