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haiku of a shattered childnood
He spoke of being beaten
in an off-hand way.
Quiet tears streamed down my face.
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grace | healing | inspiration | loveLove > Hate
I adore this woman so much. She is my current elder that I listen to and learn from as I work on my own elderhood. While it’s true that everything she says are things I practice and know, it’s wonderful to have the affirmation. I have often ignored hateful behavior in favor of “seeing the…
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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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lovers haiku
Source: piccsy.com via Kymberlee on Pinterest he kissed her truly she surrendered completely as the stars giggled A friend recently said he missed the grace of being kissed truly by another, open soul. This vulnerable offering opened my heart a little wider with recognition. I thought about the way I sometimes hold myself away from…
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another morning haiku
Two crows fly silently by in morning stillness as the sun flirts with my heart.
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fear | love
fear is an animated nightmare love is truth and beauty fear is projected reality love is caring connection fear is clinging and grasping love is surrender and faith fear is a self-fulfilling prophecy love is an answered prayer
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being peace
My things arrived today in a box from an address and handwriting I didn’t recognize. (funny that) A shirt I didn’t know he had, another shirt that holds fond memories, and the book, “Being Peace”. (and indeed I am) Remembering the good and letting the rest dissolve. Letting go. Wishing goodness. Being peace.
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