filled up with goodness
When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but
“Fuck, yeah!”
“That’s right.”
“YES!”
and other bits of goodness.
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the grace of the mirror
I told him, “We create suffering when we compare what is to our vision of what else it could be.” I realized I needed to hear that myself. So grateful on this day for the reflective mirror of relationships and the journey of the Soul.
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a slice of now.
There is no poem in my heart today, only a deep recognition of my growth and my humanity. I realized today that I have reached a place in my life where I can sit with sorrow, grief and “imperfection” without looking away or trying to fix it. Not every day, perhaps, but often. I realize…
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surrender [a free write]
In my Free Will Astrology reading for this week, Rob Brezny urges me to “Surrender to the naked truth of what you love,” in order to open the door to my future. What follows is an unfiltered free write on the naked truth of what I love. The naked truth, after all, is a big…
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right here, right now
The girls and I were hanging out at the Seattle Center yesterday after school. It was a cold, autumn day and enormous gusts of wind had been blowing maple, birch and oak leaves all over the ground. The entire day seemed infused with a kind of magic that seemed carried on the wind. As Gigi…
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emerging
She is emerging again. She has tried many times only to be drowned out by the bullies. She has something to say, this one. She sees right through all the hypocrisy to the core–the essence. She has no tolerance for the pretending that goes on and on and on it makes her feel scared and…
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cracking open
My heart seems to be cracking open wider and wider every day as I face my fear of being alone, my fear of abandonment and open to my deep yearning for belonging. Really allowing myself to feel loss rather than just replacing it with someone or something else has been an act of tremendous courage….
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