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the drive home
pigeon blanket over trains clouds fill equinox sky the road stretches before me
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | grace | inspiration | poetry | quotes | self-excavationthe radiance of darkness
That just pulls me down into my rootedness. In the dark beauty of life. Have you been experiencing the stars this autumn? I have taken to sitting in my home alone in the dark and just watching the changing night sky. Wishing I could capture its beauty to share but knowing I can’t. That’s what I’ve come to realize about the radiance of darkness–it’s personal. Life grief. Like the moments when we first wake up in the morning and realize we’re still alive. Sublime.
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art | creativity | healing | inspiration | poetry | quotes | unbridled expression | unbridled expression with kymberlee della luce | videoThe Value of Poetry as Protest and Ending Cultural Gaslighting (#5)
In this episode, I reveal some inspirations and talk about the value of poetry as protest, the worth of women and mothers, and how the myths of Henry David Thoreau and Adam Smith support cultural gaslighting.
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there is no place here for the army of cruelty
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when no can be a yes
she feels overwhelmed by the demands and feelings of others and doesn’t know how to say no “Whenever we feel bad when saying no to someone, we unknowingly doubt that life has a greater plan in store for them. Allow any response of ‘no’ to convey the same loving openness as yes, so all who…
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laughingly dash with your hair
Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair. ~Walt Whitman
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