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returning home
in autumn in the burgeoning light of a new day the songbird eats honeysuckle fruit getting stronger reclaiming gifts she once left behind to share freely in the rain she is cleansed and renewed returning home
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my short skirt and embarassing assumptions
The other day a woman at my daughter’s school was telling me about the book I am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World by Eve Ensler. She told me she wanted to loan it me and thought I would enjoy it. She told me one particular part of it reminded…
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I wrote this song with words/content from some Facebook friends today. I’m gonna be singing it tonight at A Creative Commons Celebration hosted by The Seattle Star. Here are the lyrics if you want to sing along: Today I dance a dance of joy For my ancestors and yours I wanna break down these walls…
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the power of NO
An authentic NO is the best possible force in moving one’s life forward. We often say yes because we want people to like us. We are afraid to say NO because we don’t want to hear NO. Say it anyway. In order to know what we want to say YES to, we need to learn…
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the fabric of a Sunday night in Seattle
the rain comes in torrents ravaging the sky pressing hard into the earth aching, turgid clouds release as I drift off in the arms of the Beloved mind quiet heart peaceful body spent
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more chalice, less blade
maybe all i ever needed was to let life come to me to stop trying so hard to wait and listen to be a bowl to be filled more chalice less blade i like being filled up i like being soft
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