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emerging
She is emerging again. She has tried many times only to be drowned out by the bullies. She has something to say, this one. She sees right through all the hypocrisy to the core–the essence. She has no tolerance for the pretending that goes on and on and on it makes her feel scared and…
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- divine | grace | healing | mystery | photography | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious now | truth
rebirth
I noticed this today sitting in the dirt at the base of my jade plant. This withering leaf with the tiny new plant growing from it. It is not attached to anything except the leaf. Rootless. I am on a healing journey that involves a rather significant rebirthing process. This process works by reclaiming all…
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faith | grace | healing | inspiration | love | mystery | photography | quoteslet’s find each other
Life is complicated, isn’t it? Recently, I was working at the front desk at work, a co-working space in Seattle. An elderly lady was sitting in stillness for almost two hours in the sunlight, her veined hands endlessly turning a brochure over and over. A half hour before closing, I decided to check on her….
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the end of reminscilocomotion [or the finding of peace]
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”…
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- healing | photography | self-excavation | sexuality | truth
do you see?
Dear Bluebeard, It seems you decided somewhere along the line that I am the perfect girl to fit into that little space in your pocket in your life– –that little compartment in your dreams, or your fantasies where things are tidy and YOU get your needs met. (Do you see ME?) To my brothers: I…
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- art | faith | grace | pleasure | the delicious now
goodness
the fabric of a morning of just noticing It feels so nice to just lay in bed and bask in the space between and listen to birdsong. Running late isn’t an emergency My daughter’s hand feels so sweet in mine. If I couldn’t find a way to make people smile, I would rather not live…
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