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judging
Here’s something I read today about judging and the path of awareness. read it. it’s awesome. my fave part, “Ken: Whoa, whoa, what’s this nice shit?”. Exactly. We are taught by those in control that it is GOOD to be NICE. UGH. How about if it’s enough to just BE REAL? I judge a lot…
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Wishful thinking… I am masking my face at thi…
Wishful thinking… I am masking my face at this very moment with the kind of mask that hardens on your face. It’s suppose to “lift” it. I’m not sure if it does but it sure does SOMETHING. Anyway, my 8 year old was wandering aimlessly about as she has all week and I suggested that…
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39 Things
On my birthday in April, I made a list of “39 things to do in my 39th year”. Here it is: Buy my own house with my own money. Travel to Paris. Sell some of my art. Take a photography class. Love my body. (I decided to leave this one open-ended – heh) Take a…
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no more hungry ghosts
my days of feeding the hungry ghosts are over the men (and sometimes women) who hover on the outside wanting to steal my soul and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd to drink from when they are empty or sad or lonely no more! yes i see your pain and sorrow and yes, you are…
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The Folly of Protection
Something I discovered in therapy is that whenever I was trying to “protect” someone’s feelings, I was ultimately trying to protect myself, my OWN tender, little girl who felt scared of the reactions of others. It’s a bit like finding a little robin’s nest with eggs in tact. We want to save it and make…
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Because Infinity is Really Big
My love made this for me today. I am an incredibly blessed woman. The title comes from this poem that he wrote about our union. Did I mention he takes incredible pictures? I’m so in love with this man.
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