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peek-a-boo

ByKymberlee

Peeking at Mommy

Grace is always right there peering out from behind the furniture ready to say “peek-a-boo”!

I really appreciate that about life.

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cause and effect

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cause and effect you drag your nails along my flesh delighting in my response cause and effect you find all my buttons and press them expressing joy at each sigh cause and effect you pull me tight in morning light luxuriating in my scent and softness cause and effect you telling me I make love…

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intimacy

ByKymberlee

“A true relationship is a celebration of intimacy. Intimacy acknowledges the capacity you have to embrace another to the degree you’re willing to embrace yourself. The heart of intimacy never suggests: “I’m here to help you approve of me.” Instead, the heart of intimacy says, “I choose to love you no matter how you view…

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commitment

ByKymberlee

“The point is that in your life, unless you make specific time for something that you feel committed to, you will always have other obligations and you will always be too busy.” ~Dalai Lama The question is, what to commit to? Joy Curiosity Well-being Love Learning Play Pleasure Passion Laughter Creativity That about sums it…

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cracking open

ByKymberlee

My heart seems to be cracking open wider and wider every day as I face my fear of being alone, my fear of abandonment and open to my deep yearning for belonging. Really allowing myself to feel loss rather than just replacing it with someone or something else has been an act of tremendous courage….

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conferring in the space between the space between

ByKymberlee

i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations

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with a song

ByKymberlee

winter arrived with a song (and a roar!) the turning wheel brought new light (and lusciousness) hearts drawn on steamed windows (with music and delight) like a dervish, i whirl! like a primrose, I open! the honeysuckle is a tangle of naked branches (summer, a distant memory)