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The dappled sunlight dancing on the floor.
The dappled sunlight dancing on the floor.
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The Love of One's Own Reflection
“Blue Mood” self-portrait When I was a young girl, I looked in the mirror constantly. My dad and stepmother teased me endlessly about my fascination with my own face. My desire to gaze at myself was clearly uncomfortable to them. Once I reached adolescence, my innocent fascination was replaced by self-criticism. I picked my face…
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Peace Is…
Photo by John McCormick I wrote this when I was in Expressive Arts Training and pregnant with my second child. Peace is… Laying in my lover’s warm, strong arms after an explosive orgasm The soft, sweet breath of my daughter rising and falling on my cheek The feeling of rightness when I touch fertile, organic,…
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Light through Beauty
I love shadow and light. I think it’s what draws me to photography. I believe that experiencing shadow here on Earth is what guides us to experience Light more fully. I see so much light shining through beauty in humanity. It’s there if we choose to see it. The more I see, the more it…
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The World Offers Itself
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine….
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