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Haiku of Surrender (and a song)
My wrists and your fingertips.
Words measured with care
Splay me wide open. I’m yours.
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the shattering
gargoyles at the doors protecting and defending vulnerable hearts I have been examining my relationship to vulnerability lately and challenging myself to be more open and less guarded in my relationships. It can be hard when one is sensitive to be open. Mine is such a tender heart at times! As painful as the hurt…
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integration
“Ultimately, if we want to live peaceful lives and create a peaceful world, we must start by building the foundation for that peace within ourselves. This process includes accepting and integrating the parts of ourselves that are capable of making war.” -Shakti Gawain from “The Path of Transformation” I am working through a lot of…
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true victory is found in unity
I cannot accept victory at the defeat of another. That is not winning. True victory comes with integrity and wholeness. There is no other path for me.
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try something different
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender ~Rumi
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still waitin' [i wish on every star above]
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…
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Shalom [or holding the world in my arms]
I remember attending a celebration in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. when my oldest child was a young girl. The experience of having such overwhelming love and compassion for the world was still new to me back then and I spent many moments feeling such a deep connection to the world, I felt as…
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