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fear | love
fear is an animated nightmare love is truth and beauty fear is projected reality love is caring connection fear is clinging and grasping love is surrender and faith fear is a self-fulfilling prophecy love is an answered prayer
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let me start anew | KdL 10.0
I intend to create a new life. KdL 10.0 I intend to stop crying and start loving again. It can be painfully difficult to hold on to what was good when your heart feels shattered. I pray today to let the happy memories surface and let the pain and the bitterness fade away. I pray…
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integrity, co-creation and the word
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. -Aristotle I believe this is true for everything in life; I believe every moment is an act of creation with an infinite number of possible outcomes depending on the choices we make. When I create a piece of…
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purity of intention
There are the ones who yammer on endlessly about themselves– their work their art their hobbies their past. yammer yammer yammer I call these the wounded children, the narcissists the boring. There are the ones who peek into every crevice– of my life ask too many questions and swim too deep into my being. swim…
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not your fault
His anger is not your fault. His abuse is not your fault. His violence is not your fault. His lies are not your fault. His depression is not your fault. His avoidance is not your fault. His guilt is not your fault. It’s all his: His life, his work, his choices. (You have your own.)…
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the (un)measured life
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
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