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goodness
the fabric of a morning of just noticing It feels so nice to just lay in bed and bask in the space between and listen to birdsong. Running late isn’t an emergency My daughter’s hand feels so sweet in mine. If I couldn’t find a way to make people smile, I would rather not live…
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still do
I never needed you to fix me validate me or take care of me. I just needed to be loved cared for respected and held. (Still do.) “Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know…
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morning awakening
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. ~Rumi as translated by Coleman Barks
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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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divine | mystery | photography | pleasure | poetry | the delicious nowalways careening
invited in but always careening towards something (careless footsteps) skin throbbing from the sting (and not wanting to forget) the pulsating rhythm of blood rushing to the point of entry bathed in sunlight, the clenching stops while quiescent clouds gather rich, mellifluous enchantment moments and memories stitched together (everything in his house has a story)…
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why
you want to know why why (why!) my mamacita told me “where there is beauty, you will find predators.” men dressed in niceties– i smell the consumption on your breath i feel your need yours (yours!) you want to take take (take!) take whatever you can get spill your seed get your fill the days…
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