lest we take ourselves too seriously…
A fleeting moment. I love goofiness. One of the things I got from my Dad that I love about myself. I love you, Dad, even if I never see you.
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Tea Tin
For the Everyday Matters Group “Kitchen Challenge”. I struggled not to judge every imperfection and succeeded by just getting lost in the designs of the tin. I found it very meditative to draw the design and go over it with my favorite graphite pencil. I’m delighted with the result because I stuck to it and…
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interstitial awakenings
I stand near the edge of a cliff and feel the muscles between my thighs weaken in this moment something in me rejoices I cut my skin and watch the blood slowly trickle reveling in the smell of it, the redness of it the LIFE of it drinking in the sight of moonlight on freshly…
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the magnificent space
Antistrophes by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, Women, that you should be moving here, among us, grief-filled, no more protected than we, and nevertheless able to bless like the blessed. From what realm, when your beloved appears, do you take the future? More than will ever be. One who knows distances out to the outermost star…
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To learn about the amazing power of prayer (no, th…
To learn about the amazing power of prayer (no, this is NOT religious it’s about believing) click here Yes…go ahead..you know you want to. There are pictures!
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Sunday afternoon. Almost the New Year. Thinking …
Sunday afternoon. Almost the New Year. Thinking about the regrets of the last year (NONE!) and all of the promise that exists in 2003. Working on my website. Making the most of the resources available to me and FINALLY letting go of relationships, situations and stuff that no longer serves my highest good. Oh, the…
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on this side of the mirror
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…
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