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why
you want to know why why (why!) my mamacita told me “where there is beauty, you will find predators.” men dressed in niceties– i smell the consumption on your breath i feel your need yours (yours!) you want to take take (take!) take whatever you can get spill your seed get your fill the days…
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | divine | grace | inspiration | photography | projects | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious nowbricolage project day 6 [beginnings]
The Beginnings and Ends of Shadow Today’s randomly chosen word, beginnings, comes from the achingly beautiful book, Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan. I got the book for my daughter and ended up reading it. I’m so glad I did. It’s the kind of story that takes your heart out, squeezes it hard, heals…
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friday's song
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
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don't let the frilly dress fool you
There is great strength in softness and vulnerability. When women remember to carry our blade, we don’t need to be tough or hard. Today, I allow my heart to stay open and trust that my Inner Knight is here to protect the Queen that I am so that I can serve with benevolence and grace….
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Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté
Living inside the braided folds just for today.Tangled roots whisper; I can’t hear what they say. Memories are a splinter in the eye.Promises broken become calcified naïveté. Black Swan, slippery like Mercury—haunting.(A life lived well is not a parley.) Water ceasing to hydrate what is crumbling.Silt becomes an urn for ashes someday. Days are shorter…
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war inside | war outside
What if the war we see outside of us was just a mirror of the war inside? What if our purpose here isn’t to fight all of that but to just heal our own vessel? What if we stopped criticizing the world leaders and found peace inside our own hearts? What if we just loved?…
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