sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
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yes, and… [an alternative to making others wrong]
“Your only true purpose is to love yourself and others through the ups and downs of their decisions and choices. Everything else is character development in life’s eternal play.” ~ Matt Kahn On the current leg of my journey, I am trying to just be aware of things and heed Matt’s wisdom. I’ve been noticing a…
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still waitin' [i wish on every star above]
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…
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return
I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!
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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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I Am
I Am Victim, Perpetrator and Rescuer Creatrix. (Yes.)
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farewell
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
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