an Aries haiku
she is big, bold, proud, naive
with a loving heart
she races ahead–join her!
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Please allow me to introduce your heart to day four of The Daily Delish: alchemical mistakes.
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arrows and allies
my allies are ancient and powerful if you knew i mean REALLY knew the degree to which i am protected you would stop shooting arrows my way the don’t just bounce off they are marked RETURN TO SENDER x3x3x3 (watch yourself) as for me i’ll be here dancing celebrating loving only love always in all…
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- grace | healing | love | the delicious now
hippie love
Oppression leads to powerlessness. Powerlessness leads to acts of terror and more oppression. This is true regardless of scale. Wounded souls create more wounding. We all need love + compassion. Sending out love and light to all hearts on this day marked with tragedy but also strung together with copious amounts of grace like the…
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i have kissed you in many mouths
This beautiful poem arrived in my email box tonight. The words make me ache with something…like reaching for fingertips but not quite getting there or continually being on the edge of an orgasm… it’s beautiful. Friend by Martin Challis I have kissed you in many mouths; those hunted doorways emptying like children from school. I…
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Happy Solstice [or ring in the love of truth and right]
With a powerful lunar eclipse/full moon combo on the Winter Solstice this year, it is truly time to face unafraid the plans that we make. Today, I am cutting away the old, dead wood. Today, I bring in the new and set intentions for the year ahead. Today, I birth the Light in my heart….
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there is this moment
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
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