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my growing edge
comfortable but not complacent happy but slightly discontent safe but still taking risks
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- divine | love | mystery | photography | poetry | self-excavation | the delicious now | truth
is there a me to see?
do you see me through the smoke and mirrors of your projected mind? do i see you? is there a me to see or am i just a fractal of a greater reality? when you say you love me do you mean me or a fragment from your former reality? is there a love beyond…
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playdate haiku
red lint in my hair googleplex hours of talking a bruise on my lip
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | inspiration | photography | projects | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious nowbricolage project day 5 [whimsical]
Whimsical Magic Today’s word comes from the gorgeous book, Dreaming My Animal Selves by Hélène Cardona which, incidentally I never would have found without the magic of the internet. I’m so glad I did because it’s a glorious book of poetry. The word I chose randomly is whimsical! Yay! I am not sure whimsy ever got…
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still waitin' [i wish on every star above]
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…
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- grace | healing | self-excavation | truth
lenses
I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it. I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth. That’s a good feeling.
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