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cut grass
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lone star
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on my back
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faith | healing | love | self-excavation | truth
reclaiming | facing | healing
me today I could have written the following song: It makes me cry to read it. I’m going to my first ACA meeting tonight. Reading this is how I discovered how much I need to. I think I feel more courageous and more scared than I ever have in my life today. I also feel…
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the storm was you
you said you worried about me that i seemed like i was on a boat heading into a storm alone (then you left) it turns out the storm was you and the rainbows come without you
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love them anyway
some people are crazy obsessive, cruel and so sad love them anyway keep your windows closed doors with locks from the inside love them anyway with heart protected the fire warm and tended love them anyway
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imagine sovereignty
No matter the election results tonight, tomorrow the sun will rise and children will go to school. We will feed our children and come together in community to support one another. Adult men and women will fall in love and have sex as will men and men, women and women, and a variety of other…
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seduction of the Divine
Just when you think you have The Mystery figured out it will elude you. Like a beautiful woman, or a fragrant flower, The Divine will always flirt with you. Enjoy the seduction!
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lessons on letting go
We sat at the beach, chatting and watching a little boy play with his ball. The next time we looked over, he was crying. His ball had drifted out too far for anyone to reach it. I told my friend, “I can’t look. It just makes me sad.” He responded by saying, “Just think, some…
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