my growing edge
comfortable but not complacent
happy but slightly discontent
safe but still taking risks
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if your girl only knew
I’m only going to say this once. No, I’m actually going to keep saying it. In fact, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo and this is what my novel is going to be about. All fictionalized to protect the not-so-innocent, naturally. This is what sexual and emotional repression and religious oppression get you: Married men who pretend…
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an offering
No, sir, I am not interested in taking your survey. I am interested in taking my time. No, sir, I have no need to “get rich quick” unless it somehow comes through honey dripping slowing on my tongue and down my chin. No, sir, I have no desire to ACT NOW! For I am listening…
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the storm was you
you said you worried about me that i seemed like i was on a boat heading into a storm alone (then you left) it turns out the storm was you and the rainbows come without you
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enJOYment
Imagine what it would feel like to live in a culture where there wasn’t so much self-loathing? What is that even like? I am incredibly weary of so much of this: “bah humbug” “we suck” “we’re destroying the planet” “life sucks” “fuck the man” “the world is going to shit” “the holidays have turned into…
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one dash one one dash one one
Today was a day of new beginnings. All that ONE energy flying around must have been part of it. Cleansing old thought patterns happened early in the day through some meditation and writing and I felt the energy pulling me forward all day and realized that the intentions I’ve been setting of noticing more joy…
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green
I lead a writing workshop at a local shelter for homeless women. I usually come prepared with prompts but this last Friday, I didn’t. I felt like being spontaneous. I picked up the supplies at the front desk and went to the activity room. One of the women asked for the green notebook to write…
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