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like a swarm of bats
first they were far away from a country girl riding bareback into the storm then they were buried beneath cubicles and his need for sports and security later they came wailing with the babies and their scattered, pressing needs now, my dreams come like a swarm of bats flying out of my heart to be…
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miracles
My daughter, Gigi, and I read poetry to one another in the morning at breakfast. She read this one to me last week. Today, as we lay snuggled at Seward Park in Seattle, basking in the sunlight and watching it glisten on the water, I was reminded of this poem and the miracle of life…
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I Am
I Am Victim, Perpetrator and Rescuer Creatrix. (Yes.)
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Spiritual Cowgirl
I’m reading “The Red Book” by Sera Beak. which is basically a book about spirituality written for young women of our time. It’s fab. She calls herself a “Spiritual Cowgirl” and much of what she writes reminds me of my own thoughts/feelings/musings about spirituality. It led me to ponder mySELF today. The me that is…
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | inspiration | photography | projects | quotes | self-excavationbricolage project day 18 [breaking]
Today’s random word comes from my friend, Aaron Dietz‘s book Super. I wrote about his book a few years ago when it was published. Today’s word is breaking. breaking with tradition. breaking up. breaking hearts. breaking old habits. break dancing. breakfast. breaking a pattern. give me a break. breaking. Breaking is a delightful word for…
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letting go
I finally told you that you can’t make me love you and I can’t make me love you. I finally told you your anger is your own and that I will no longer let it in. (for I am far too precious to be maligned) I finally told you to let go. I have. Here’s…
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