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a summer haiku 4 him

ByKymberlee

sweetness of life

girls playing on a zip line
the scent of clover
his voice merging with sunlight

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what i love…

ByKymberlee

Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter.   I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”.  I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it….

truth and happiness
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the truth of the happiness of womxn

ByKymberlee

I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.

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the last whispers of winter

ByKymberlee

her broken wings find reparation cage door ajar the songbird finds her song in the last whispers of winter

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war inside | war outside

ByKymberlee

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?…

bricolage project day 16 [early]
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bricolage project day 16 [early]

ByKymberlee

Today’s random word, early, is from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. I had the good fortune of seeing Ben read in Seattle many years ago.  He was kind and generous and made a deep impression on me.  I befriended him on social media and we talked from time to time….

getting real getting vulnerable
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getting real

ByKymberlee

I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day one: getting real.