mystery | photography | poetry
a haiku of sorrow
within the burgeoning spring
the wind blows fiercely
living things are wrenched apart
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spontaneous acts of joyful creation
That’s You by Kymberlee della Luce song by kymberlee and gigi creation haiku mother and daughter duo with joy and laughter spontaneous creation
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a polished stone
This has been one of the most painful, difficult years of my life. So much has fallen away. I have experienced great loss and betrayal. In the midst of this, I have not only been learning what love really is and what it feels like to forgive at a deep level but to also walk…
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finding my voice
Over the past several years, I’ve been mindfully working on authenticity, issues with bullies, shadows of pain from the past and speaking uncomfortable truths. A lifetime of people pleasing and fear took a long time to rework. I feel like I have finally found my voice, like I can speak my truth and feel completely…
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we mend (and love) what is within our reach
I’ve taken to daily mediation walks. It’s nourishing to my spirit and helps ground me to my purpose. I walk for 30 minutes then journal until I feel complete. Here is today’s reflection: A cat visits, twining itself around my legs for a while. I pet it and also just let it be , allowing…
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tools instead of weapons [heart + mind = grace]
I have a strong mind. I used to use it as a weapon. It cut, it slashed, it burned, it hurt. Then one day, I discovered where my true power lives (in my heart), and now I use my mind as a tool. Sometimes this tool destroys (mindfully) but often this tool builds and creates…
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here
I can’t stop smiling since and then there’s the and the way you time and space are meaningless here. it’s rather lovely there are no weapons it’s like cherry popsicles and puppy kisses it’s like a warm rain and singing around a campfire. it’s like top-shelf tequila and my toes buried in warm sand. it’s…
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