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He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
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The book sitting closest to me this morning was The Poetry of Pablo Neruda so today’s word comes from that. The word is jungle. Such a vivid image gets conjured in my imagination with that word. Shadows, panthers, scary things that might kill me. Places unknown. I don’t feel like writing today. Just playing with…
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Like the song says, not sayin’ I don’t want to fall in love again (cuz I would) but one thing is for sure, I have learned how fabulous it is to be a free agent. Learning how to be whole within myself has been the biggest gift I’ve given myself in this life. There’s something…
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ecotherapy: leaves fall softly (whispering) hummingbird says hi!
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a different kind of empty
“How have you been?” he asked. “Empty. You?” “Same.” he replied. After listening for a bit, I realized it’s a different kind of empty. There is the emptiness of mindfully cutting away all the things that have been killing one’s spirit, and allowing the kind of hunger that keeps you feeling alive. This empty is…
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