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one dash one one dash one one
Today was a day of new beginnings. All that ONE energy flying around must have been part of it. Cleansing old thought patterns happened early in the day through some meditation and writing and I felt the energy pulling me forward all day and realized that the intentions I’ve been setting of noticing more joy…
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to write love
As a celebration of National Poetry Month, I am going through my own poetry and getting it ready for publication as so many of my friends and fans have encouraged me to do. (Thanks for the encouragement, everyone!) I am also celebrating some of my favorite poets here on ye old blog. I was introduced…
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cultural alanon [healing in spaciousness]
my country my culture is like an alcoholic parent on a bender taking taking taking drinking the last drop and destroying and we, like the little orphans we are like hungry birds chirping squawking pecking clawing for attention for resources for space to be heard to be seen to be loved no space no recess…
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it darkened
the fire was spun like caramelized sugar with a smirk (and the hissing) my tongue, wet and hungry reached out to closed spaces (closing spaces) the balloons soaring above the firelight taking a piece of me into the embers below (with a hiss) it darkened and everything went cold the fire remains but doesn’t warm…
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the emperor as she builds foundations her Mother Earth solid beneath her feet with precision and heart she crafts her life in the darkness she cries as joy floods in
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everything is writing through us
Today, my ten year old and I had a half hour after school before picking up my eldest from yoga. I bought her an ice cream then drove to a sunny spot to park and wait. As I closed my eyes and let the sun caress my skin, I remembered I had Natalie Goldberg’s book,…
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