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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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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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darkness haiku
moonlight on bare skin darkness revealing Eros their hearts in union
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speaking of blessings (we are the dancers)
A friend of mine sent me an email with this lovely blessing: I hope things are going well for you, that your health is heading in the right direction, that you’re having fun and having adventures. What a glorious thing to hear! She was having a hard time sleeping, I popped into her head and…
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nourished by the truth
“Darkness is not a pejorative thing.” ~Naomi Watts I just had this thought: Our moment of hubris, our fall from grace, is not just an ending but a perfect beginning. It is the moment we realize the blessing and curse of our own mortality and this end of innocence brings us to the truth of…
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art | creativity | faith | mystery | photography | self-excavation | the delicious now | writing processfree range (love)
I’m writing this to just get it out. To put it down. I found a smattering of random notes in my writing desk. There are pages and pages of observations. I’m putting them here because I think maybe there is a theme but I may only find it by sharing. I also don’t want to…
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