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the (un)measured life
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…
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flesh and blood
flesh and blood am i not (only) a projection of your mind not a fantasy to keep you warm or feeling “sexy” tenderness and tears am i not a soft couch to visit when you’re lonely or need a surrogate mother sister wife flesh and blood and tears and sadness and smiles and joy am…
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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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not so good at being "good"
I’m realizing that I am always pushing against something in my life. It’s either my nature or some kind of curse but it’s real for me. One thing I know for sure is that I wasn’t put on this earth to fit into someone’s little box. I don’t fit well into small boxes. I like…
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“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Today’s random word is know and comes from Men Undressed: Women Writers and the Male Sexual Experience. I’ve been pondering gender identity lately. There’s been a lot coming out about toxic masculinity and the harm it causes. I’ve been noticing where this lives in my own heart…
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cleaved
Sometimes I wish I was on my horse and sometimes I wish I was anywhere but here
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