divine | grace | love | mystery | photography | pleasure | poetry | sexuality | the delicious now
a haiku for the Feminine
oh, fragrant flower!
open yourself to me now
so that I may love you
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looking through broken glass, the world is still beautiful but a little cracked
Gigi and I went to a park after a doctor’s appointment yesterday and found this beautiful shattered glass. We couldn’t help but explore with it. This picture is my favorite. The title of the post says what I wanted to say and this photo illustrates it wonderfully.
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liminal
liminal woman peering into unseen spaces (swimming) stripping bare hidden agendas (treasure in truth) delighting in the scent of autumn and violent rain crashing against (everything) stirring love and spice into her soup (and life itself) greeting the light embracing the darkness (like a lover) liminal woman seeing only circles smiling at the boxes (illusory)
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voice
I’ve been using my voice in many ways of late. I wrote and staged my one-woman show, Unbridled a month ago, I’ve done some communication in my relationships to bring clarity and grace into them and I’ve been doing some recording with a some talented musicians. I’m enjoying this process because there is no rehearsal….
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still do
I never needed you to fix me validate me or take care of me. I just needed to be loved cared for respected and held. (Still do.) “Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know…
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lessons in self worth
A friend recently told me he was having a hard time and wondered if I would have a drink with him. “Sure,” I said. We agreed to meet at 7:00 at a local restaurant. When I arrived, he wasn’t there so I checked my phone. There was a message from him saying he had…
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the (un)measured life
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
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