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free range (love)
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free range (love)

ByKymberlee

I’m writing this to just get it out. To put it down. I found a smattering of random notes in my writing desk.  There are pages and pages of observations.  I’m putting them here because I think maybe there is a theme but I may only find it by sharing.  I also don’t want to…

bricolage project day 17 [joy!]
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bricolage project day 17 [joy!]

ByKymberlee

The word of the day is joy! from my well-loved copy of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Today’s bricolage is a little video from a walk I took with my older daughter today.  I love the way the water in the creek has a kind of woven, herringbone pattern.  She and I sat and…

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you don't need to say anything

ByKymberlee

This morning on the bus, I was running my hands through my daughter’s golden tresses and started giving her a scalp massage. As she relaxed, I said, “Mmmm…this is luxury. This is luxurious like– delicious dark chocolate, puppy breath, a spring rain, velvet on my skin, the sun kissing my shoulders at the beach, red…

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the end of reminscilocomotion [or the finding of peace]

ByKymberlee

I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…