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love, worth, and other stuff that can make a girl crazy
Here are a few things I’ve learned these past months/years/lifetimes: Our lovability/worth/value/ is not dependent on: The way we look. How much money we have. The number of people who “like” our page on Facebook. The number of friends on Facebook. The number of people who visit our blog, comment or “favorite” something. Whether our…
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- art | love | self-excavation | truth | Uncategorized
new rules
If you’re married, I am NOT interested. If you’re a liar or a cheat, leave me alone. If you withhold the truth (or your feelings for that matter) out of fear of loss or getting hurt, steer clear. If you think sending text messages saying, “I miss you” or “I want u” when you’re not…
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lincoln park haiku
breeze blows in languid summer lying in sunlight leaves fall from Madrona tree
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- healing | inspiration | love | mystery | photography | self-excavation | the delicious now
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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- faith | inspiration | mystery | photography | quotes | self-excavation | truth
every day a blank page
I saw two things this morning that I find very affirming. Not only are they spoken by people I admire who are doing wonderful things in this world but they affirm my own deep, inner knowing. The first comes from Deepak Chopra: “Step into it every moment by getting rid of your habitual certainties.” I…
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firestarter
a fire blazes in the city of my birth– we joke about the causal friction of our union (flint and tinder) your voice like chocolate and brandy liquid starshine soft. smooth. strong. (tinder) were you complicit with the fire? you still are with your lips like butter and soft whiskers (tinder) the hills are still…
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