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kindreds
I asked him to tell me something that is a favorite. His response? “I love seeing acts of compassion.” Oh my.
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a haiku of sorrow
within the burgeoning spring the wind blows fiercely living things are wrenched apart
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being peace
My things arrived today in a box from an address and handwriting I didn’t recognize. (funny that) A shirt I didn’t know he had, another shirt that holds fond memories, and the book, “Being Peace”. (and indeed I am) Remembering the good and letting the rest dissolve. Letting go. Wishing goodness. Being peace.
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intuition (or the little doll in my pocket jumping up and down)
I recently had a tense conversation with someone. I was asking about a change in the dynamics of our friendship and told her I felt that she was acting a certain way in our relationship for a reason that I didn’t understand but could feel. She said, “Oh, so you know how I feel and…
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stop pretending | use your blade
“Mom, why don’t you talk to John anymore? “Because he’s not my friend, Gigi. He lied to me about something really important. He’s not in my life.” “Well, I want him in my life. I’m gonna call him when I get my own phone. Please tell me you didn’t delete his number.” “Okay, I won’t…
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autumn bliss
at dusk cartwheels on the grass sister teaching sister with ubuntu the crunch of dried autumn leaves fading red sun shimmers on the river pink cheeks hair tumbling wildly we watch our breath appear on the exhale moments woven together with great laughter and love in autumn bliss
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