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a drink from Love's hand
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…
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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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try something different
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender ~Rumi
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Happy Solstice [or ring in the love of truth and right]
With a powerful lunar eclipse/full moon combo on the Winter Solstice this year, it is truly time to face unafraid the plans that we make. Today, I am cutting away the old, dead wood. Today, I bring in the new and set intentions for the year ahead. Today, I birth the Light in my heart….
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acrostic woman [soft heart, strong heart]
Vulva Undulating Love Naked Ecstasy Relinquish Allowing Beautiful Lingering Elegance
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bruises of different sorts
I do. I do bruise easily. I often like bruises in strategic places on my body but on my heart, not so much. The words that both scare the fuck out of me and that I most want to hear (with the right person) are: “When can I see you again?” I feel so vulnerable…
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