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I stand near the edge of a cliff and feel the muscles between my thighs weaken in this moment something in me rejoices I cut my skin and watch the blood slowly trickle reveling in the smell of it, the redness of it the LIFE of it drinking in the sight of moonlight on freshly…
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This morning, cool salty air was blowing in from t…
This morning, cool salty air was blowing in from the Sound. The pungent, sea air mixed with the delicious scent of pine completely filled my senses and uplifted my Spirit. As I stood at my window breathing in the fragrance, gazing out at the water and sipping my coffee, I thought of how at one…
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Masterpiece for Photo Friday
“Flying Free” Taken with Canon Digital Rebel Cross-Processed in Photoshop with nik filters “When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.” -John Ruskin This is why I love photography. I can combine a skill I have learned (and continue to hone) with my love of people and Life. Whether or not anything is a…
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softening
There are people that soften me– with music with a gentle heart with deep listening with sharing their vulnerability I cherish these people. (You know who you are.)
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Goddess in Training
Yesterday was Giovanna’s third birthday party. A friend commented, “There sure are a lot of swords around here for a house full of girls.” As you can see, not only does she have the swords, but she knows how to use them. I believe we are reclaiming our “sword” right now as women. The Divine…
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she rejoiced
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
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