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"Rest" for Photo Friday
A turtle rests in the spring sunshine today at the Japanese Garden in Seattle, WA Giovanna didn’t rest at all. She was busy as a toddler should be. A beautiful Coi posed nicely for the camera. If I were a Fairie I would rest on the moss ‘neath these beautiful flowers. So lovely.
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love them anyway
some people are crazy obsessive, cruel and so sad love them anyway keep your windows closed doors with locks from the inside love them anyway with heart protected the fire warm and tended love them anyway
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the growing edge
After years of long, black hair, I had my hair whacked off and bleached. I decided I needed to try platinum at least once in my life so here we go! Making this change in identity has been an interesting one. I get WAY more attention out in the world being blond which I was…
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choosing JOY
The two things I want to impart to my daughters that I never saw modeled and am still learning are this: #1 Follow your joy. Always. #2 Walk away from things that hurt or don’t feel good. I wish someone had taught me to say: “I don’t like the way you treat me (or how…
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how to live, love and create
Someone recently asked me for tips on being a good writer. I thought about it and realize that it really applies to everything in life. This is all pretty obvious, I suppose, but it’s what I’ve learned the hard way. It’s advice I would give anyone at any stage of life: Find yourself. Get a…
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wings aflutter
sometimes, when i am most despondent when i feel i have betrayed or been betrayed too many times to count (or handle)– just then when i doubt myself my wisdom my power my grace (my existence)– right then wings aflutter an angel comes (in myriad forms) bringing a reflection of my wholeness my beauty my…
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