morning haiku
fullness of ripe peach sunrise
diamonds on window
my tender heart open wide!
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what's next: rebirth, positivity and cultivating joy
Life has been bringing a lot of grace lately. While I won’t officially be a college graduate until the fall, my work is all turned in and I walked in the ceremony a couple of weeks ago. This happened because I decided it was time to move forward. I made a last, big push and…
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faith | healing | photography | poetry | self-excavation | the delicious now | yogachanging the room of my mind
There’s so much I want to say. Â So much I could say about friendship, and belonging, and how care (or the absence of it) feels deep in the center of my being. Â About feeling dehumanized so often. Â Objectified. Â Plunked into the fantasies and projections of men who said they loved me but didn’t show me…
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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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conversation from last night
Him: “Is there a reason why they gave you this car? They didn’t have a small, economical model?” Me: “I chose this one. I like power and speed.” Him: “Oh.” Me: (dropping him off at the park and ride) “Which one is yours?” Him: “The blue sensible one over there.” [insert more conversation with us…
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friday's song
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
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violent devotion
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
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