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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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don't let me forget
“I want to change the world because it scares me,” I said. “I know,” he said, with his voice filled with tenderness. Sometimes I want to forget him and then I remember that moment and my heart smiles.
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playdate haiku
red lint in my hair googleplex hours of talking a bruise on my lip
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how we stop our own story [or how about we build a swing instead?]
In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…
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homecoming
singing bowl rosewater and tears fingers pressed on tender skin the xx our union burst of sandalwood in moment of surrender candelight shimmering a shower of sweat and whispers of devotion morning light
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finding versus saving our souls [or unweaving self-righteousness from the fabric of life]
I had a conversation last night with a friend about inner work and spirituality. We talked about how easy it is to get self-righteous and think we all have all the answers on the path of life. I related a story to her about a healing session I once had where the healer suggested I…
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