La Mort
“He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch”
~Jean-Luc Godard
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violent devotion
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
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empathy, mama birds and new mythologies
mama bird in her nest protecting her own eggs I am a walking mirror neuron. Highly empathic and extremely sensitive, I feel other people’s feelings and tend to see deeply into situations. It’s both a gift and a burden. At at improv class I took recently, I mentioned my tendency towards empathy in a self-deprecating…
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walking away
“We are free up the point of choice, then the choice controls the chooser.” -Mary Crowley a door closed can be seen as potential or a barrier these days, I am more peaceful with walking away than walking through or bloodying my hand knocking knocking knocking on doors that open then shut then open then…
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letting the miracle happen
A voice keeps whispering, “Let the miracle happen.” So I am. And it is. I’m starting to believe in myself again. And the hurt has transformed into acceptance and wisdom. I see the road ahead of me again. And I see the blank canvas as exciting instead of overwhelming. The voices that have told me…
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the drive home
pigeon blanket over trains clouds fill equinox sky the road stretches before me
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haiku of a shattered childnood
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
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