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life is precious [or hold on to innocence]
When I was a child, I used to explore in the forest. Sometimes, I would run across a car with smashed windows. I would pick up the little pieces and keep them in my pockets like treasure. They were treasure to me. Earlier this week, I took the picture above in a parking lot where…
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divine | faith | grace | healing | love | photography | poetry | self-excavation | the delicious nowFather
Today, I gave birth to my Father I held him close in my arms and kissed his forehead whispering, “I love you so much” and rocking him (so gently) Today, I protected my Father kept him safe, held and fed when He stumbled, I caught him (gentle hearts) Today, I disciplined my Father gave Him…
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lovers haiku
Source: piccsy.com via Kymberlee on Pinterest he kissed her truly she surrendered completely as the stars giggled A friend recently said he missed the grace of being kissed truly by another, open soul. This vulnerable offering opened my heart a little wider with recognition. I thought about the way I sometimes hold myself away from…
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stormy afternoon haiku
mad libs and laughter rain crashing against windows three girls warm and loved
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conversation from last night
Him: “Is there a reason why they gave you this car? They didn’t have a small, economical model?” Me: “I chose this one. I like power and speed.” Him: “Oh.” Me: (dropping him off at the park and ride) “Which one is yours?” Him: “The blue sensible one over there.” [insert more conversation with us…
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new chapter [or letting magic flow freely]
pic of the fabulous Johnny Horton at Elliott Bay Books. I deleted my personal Facebook account today. The reasons for this are many. Here are a few: 1.) I’ve had way too many people lurking about, reading about my life and assuming they know me then try to get close to me just from reading…
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