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space for my tears
I hurt my finger on Friday morning. Badly. At the time, I was rushing to get my kids to school because my older daughter slept through her alarm and needed a ride. My roommate asked if I was okay. I told her yes but in actuality, I was in tremendous pain, the kind of pain…
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precious moments of grace
Precious moments of grace today: A homemade flower from my girl. A warm hug and deeply sincere “I love you” from my other girl. Warm wishes and thoughts from friends. A call from mom to check in and tell me she loves me. Time to write. Time to breathe. Making homemade soup and corn muffins…
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- love | mystery | photography | poetry
(this one is not about sex)
i have words on my tongue that i want you to find (only you will understand them) there is sweetness buried deep inside waiting for your sophisticated palette the tender places– the ones with thousands of nerves– await your gentlest caress (this one is not about sex) my beloved, when our hearts find each other…
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yes, more please.
Presto! The Magus created a life of beauty and grace by pulling it out of her hat! Life is so dellaluscious right now. It almost seems like it should be illegal but I’ll just keep letting more of these good things flow: Smart, fabulous kids. Spaciousness for love and creativity. More sexy, talented man who…
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- divine | healing | photography | quotes | self-excavation | truth
switching up the archetypes [or i am nobody's pixie dream girl]
“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.” ~Victor Hugo: Ninety-Three Not being a big follower of pop culture, I was only recently introduced to the term, “Manic Pixie Dream Girl“. My ignorance of the term, however, doesn’t mean I don’t understand this flat, one-dimensional character that people try to project on to the…
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- mystery | photography | pleasure | poetry | sexuality | the delicious now
(and some flirting)
reading her my poetry about a man with a swagger ‘neath red flame chandeliers (and comparing notes) circular narratives about life and gypsies and making sense of men (and ourselves) a text to her lover in a moment of mischief fueled with red wine (and some flirting) “I think she’s trying to get me drunk,”…
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