playdate haiku
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
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eros haiku
your essence, back and belly legs tangled in sheets the luxury of morning
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no defenses
life has rubbed away every last bit of callous around my heart i am here, defenseless and empty surrendering full up with tears of sorrow and joy forgiving and forgiven opening my heart to the unknown sky
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our daily practice
do not ponder the end. healing is not an ending… it is our daily practice. ~Dr. Tony Macasaet. See his documentary here. You will be forever changed. I am in awe of this man and of humanity when I see his work. He says his passion is “knowing the human soul”. I love that.
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squishing worries and other paths to ecstasy
I posted a copy of my 100 Paths to Ecstasy the other day on Facebook. I realized as I was reading through them that I haven’t done some of them and need to go back and re-do many of them. Because I had never done #33, I thought I would. The picture above shows the…
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(that)
The laying in bed at midnight in the dark listening, sharing, laughing for hours. Then that quiet space in between thoughts and words where he says, “yeah…” Then exhales with a stretch. (that)
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bare
I read an article recently that recommended walking with bare feet. I’ve been dutifully trotting outside each morning while I wait for my coffee to brew and walking on the little gravel patch on the side of the house. Back and forth. Bare legs. Bare arms. Bare feet. The rocks are hard and cold on…
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