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I Am Peace
I got this in my inbox today from The Shift Network. This is the world I want to live in.
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gifts from the heart
For as long as I remember, I have loved to give people flowers, cards or a smile, make them laugh, sing them a song or just generally find ways to brighten their day. My mom has always called me her “Sunshine”. It just feels good. I am blessed with numerous people in my life who…
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what wants to die?
I drew the Death card from The Mythic Tarot two days in a row. I’m paying attention to that. I’m writing a show right now. It’s a big undertaking to open to a story wanting to be told through you. It’s one thing to perform someone else’s work or just to write something and close…
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creativity | grace | inspiration | photography | play | poetry | Rebirth24 | the delicious nowMorse to Fullerton
Glittery pink and white targets.
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one dash one one dash one one
Today was a day of new beginnings. All that ONE energy flying around must have been part of it. Cleansing old thought patterns happened early in the day through some meditation and writing and I felt the energy pulling me forward all day and realized that the intentions I’ve been setting of noticing more joy…
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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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how i loved you [or the alchemy of heartbreak]
how i loved you no one understood the torture– the sweet musk of ache in my heart no one knew you utterly macerated my sweet butterfly in your gaping mouth but I knew (and I let you) (and I let you) a thousand flutters of longing–thrusting in a moonlit garden of jasmine while, for ten…
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