a haiku of endings
wind whispers her sweet longing
turgid moon shining
my heart weeps with fresh sorrow
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trust [or no longer the helpless waif in search of love]
The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my quest for love and belonging is giving my trust to people who have not earned it. Like Vasilisa, I have my wooden doll from my mother. I have learned to trust this Loving Voice deep inside my own being. She tells me what is true. She tells…
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welcome to peace
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unpacking
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