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fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
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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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curves
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.” ~Albert Einstein What if every “wrong turn” and “mistake” were really the building blocks of your greatest success? What if every step “off the path” was the moment of perfection that was steering you to your destiny? Sometimes we can only see the grace in…
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perfectly woven | utterly unraveling
snip snip snip cutting ties that have bound and cut off the circulation to my heart stich stich stich stiching and weaving the love that is close more firmly and deeply into my life snip to the fantasies snip to button eyes snip to deception stiching care and love stiching co-creation stiching radical honesty no…
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the shattering
gargoyles at the doors protecting and defending vulnerable hearts I have been examining my relationship to vulnerability lately and challenging myself to be more open and less guarded in my relationships. It can be hard when one is sensitive to be open. Mine is such a tender heart at times! As painful as the hurt…
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soft and pink
Ragas In Minor Scale by Ravi Shankar & Philip Glass on Grooveshark last night, we spoke of ragas (and how they find their way to the end) we spoke of not being right (and the right to just be) we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones (and i trusted you a little…
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tomorrow is not here yet
yesterday was a different kind of conversation with petals flying and thunder booming in the end, a soft a rain fell against the night * this morning songbirds are warbling the ancient trees are still and plaintive a jay screeches a call to action as the sky stretches * tomorrow is not here yet
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