mystery | photography | poetry
a haiku of sorrow
within the burgeoning spring
the wind blows fiercely
living things are wrenched apart
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stop living in purgatory [or stop listening to the lure of the siren]
In the past couple of months, I have had numerous people tell me that they are having an affair on the internet. They are living in some kind of liminal place with someone that is either married or lives really far away while meanwhile their life falls to shit and they wait for the day–the…
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what's next: rebirth, positivity and cultivating joy
Life has been bringing a lot of grace lately. While I won’t officially be a college graduate until the fall, my work is all turned in and I walked in the ceremony a couple of weeks ago. This happened because I decided it was time to move forward. I made a last, big push and…
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yes, I am.
pre·cious /ˈprɛʃəs/ [presh-uhs] –adjective 1. of high price or great value; very valuable or costly: precious metals. 2. highly esteemed for some spiritual, nonmaterial, or moral quality: precious memories. 3. dear; beloved: a precious child. 4. affectedly or excessively delicate, refined, or nice: precious manners. 5. a dearly beloved person; darling. Yes, I am. But…
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there is peace here
seagull chases heron (and wins!) the purring of a ferry engine and red, gauzy sky a kind father teaching his children to fish two kayakers gliding while girls throw stones a small tugboat gracefully pulls more than her share (a metaphor for mothering) there is peace here
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war inside | war outside
What if the war we see outside of us was just a mirror of the war inside? What if our purpose here isn’t to fight all of that but to just heal our own vessel? What if we stopped criticizing the world leaders and found peace inside our own hearts? What if we just loved?…
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penetrate me with your turgid madness
Robins wrench worms from the softening earth, trilling songbirds pour their song into the wide sky, Narcissus flirt with vibrant skirts and a thousand shades of green dance in ardent winds. Oh Spring! Penetrate me with your turgid madness! I surrender.
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