(Un)Tangled
A Blessing
May the pace you set for yourself help your knots get untangled, dear reader.
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what wants to die?
I drew the Death card from The Mythic Tarot two days in a row. I’m paying attention to that. I’m writing a show right now. It’s a big undertaking to open to a story wanting to be told through you. It’s one thing to perform someone else’s work or just to write something and close…
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notice [or break the glass cover on your heart]
Notice what they are really giving you and respond from that. This is the best thing I learned in acting class over the past year–to really see what people are saying and doing rather than projecting my own wishes and desires on them. What has come of this new awareness are some big surprises: I…
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Unending Love [toi et moi pour toujours, mon amour]
Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age,…
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his lips
it’s not just that his lips are sexy it’s that they speak truth and ask deep questions laughter pours forth from them (also kindness, gentleness and acceptance) yes, i like them against my mouth (and other places) but it’s the substance of him that pull me in to his gravity
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![angel of the quake [or the patriarchy is crumbling]](https://kymberleedellaluce.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/14481-768x466.jpg)
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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enjoy
Today is November 1st and, as it often is in Seattle at this time of year it’s wet. I’ve been riding my bike almost daily since August and enjoy my ritual. I ride in my skirt so I can feel the wind on my skin (and, let’s face it, I like to look cute). I’ve…
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