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- divine | grace | photography
arrows and allies
my allies are ancient and powerful if you knew i mean REALLY knew the degree to which i am protected you would stop shooting arrows my way the don’t just bounce off they are marked RETURN TO SENDER x3x3x3 (watch yourself) as for me i’ll be here dancing celebrating loving only love always in all…
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wings of courage
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finding my voice
Over the past several years, I’ve been mindfully working on authenticity, issues with bullies, shadows of pain from the past and speaking uncomfortable truths. A lifetime of people pleasing and fear took a long time to rework. I feel like I have finally found my voice, like I can speak my truth and feel completely…
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angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]
angel of the quake she clings to his leg holding up the fractured pillars (white marble with purple veins) she clings to him looking up with such devotion (the master feeds her) she clings to his leg holding on to a crumbling world she is in the rubble now her hands bleeding seeking his eyes…
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steeped in love
“You only suffer when overlooking someone else’s pain and suffering. By remembering how afraid, lonely, and seemingly trapped one must feel in order to act as desperately or aggressively as they seem to act, you shall be spared of your own suffering by opening the heart of empathy. In doing so, every judgment, projection &…
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pilgrimage
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…
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