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the turning of the wheel [or "In brightest day, in blackest night"]

ByKymberlee

(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…

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squishing worries and other paths to ecstasy

ByKymberlee

I posted a copy of my 100 Paths to Ecstasy the other day on Facebook. I realized as I was reading through them that I haven’t done some of them and need to go back and re-do many of them. Because I had never done #33, I thought I would. The picture above shows the…

Kymberlee della Luce painting with light
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the space between the notes [or the ten minute creation]

ByKymberlee

I see so often how I longed for something and once I got it, it soon began to be less appealing. This was true of material things, men, experiences and even “freedom”

bricolage project day 3 [alone]
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bricolage project day 3 [alone]

ByKymberlee

Alone with an Untold Story Today’s randomly chosen word is alone and comes from The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou.  It’s interesting that my random process brought this word because, despite being surrounded by people I had a false sense of feeling alone this morning, of feeling like nobody cares about me or that I have to…