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bullies, beauty and blessings

ByKymberlee

Such a wonderful example of someone working through their own issues through self-expression. He realized he had been a bully and transmuted that energy into something beautiful. I was recently cyber-bullied. I have been bullied other times in my life–sometimes by people who claim to love me. I have also stood up to bullies on…

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the (un)measured life

ByKymberlee

Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…

my house of love
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strong. fierce. true [or who dwells in my house of love]

ByKymberlee

“To be a strong woman, to be a fierce woman, to be a true woman, to be a leader, to be truly powerful, you have to get to place where you can tolerate people not liking you. And know that when you actually do that, you have to fall back on your own moral imperative…

bricolage project day 5 [whimsical]
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bricolage project day 5 [whimsical]

ByKymberlee

Whimsical Magic Today’s word comes from the gorgeous book, Dreaming My Animal Selves by Hélène Cardona which, incidentally I never would have found without the magic of the internet.  I’m so glad I did because it’s a glorious book of poetry.  The word I chose randomly is whimsical!  Yay! I am not sure whimsy ever got…

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for the sake of love

ByKymberlee

A Bridal Song I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,– Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,– Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their…

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life is precious [or hold on to innocence]

ByKymberlee

When I was a child, I used to explore in the forest. Sometimes, I would run across a car with smashed windows. I would pick up the little pieces and keep them in my pockets like treasure. They were treasure to me. Earlier this week, I took the picture above in a parking lot where…