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pilgrimage
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…
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sending myself love notes
I recently sent myself an ecard from moma to be delivered at a future date. I’m so glad I did because after a week off of email, I had this little surprise waiting for me. I want to remember this act of self love. Here it is: From Kymberlee “But then they danced down the…