let us water our flowers
even in
the winter we need
to water our flower
let us keep
those sacred petals
soft, supple and fragrant
let us give
our beautiful yonis
our tender, loving care
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voice
I’ve been using my voice in many ways of late. I wrote and staged my one-woman show, Unbridled a month ago, I’ve done some communication in my relationships to bring clarity and grace into them and I’ve been doing some recording with a some talented musicians. I’m enjoying this process because there is no rehearsal….
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Today’s random word comes from my friend, Aaron Dietz‘s book Super. I wrote about his book a few years ago when it was published. Today’s word is breaking. breaking with tradition. breaking up. breaking hearts. breaking old habits. break dancing. breakfast. breaking a pattern. give me a break. breaking. Breaking is a delightful word for…
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wings aflutter
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(this one is not about sex)
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looking through broken glass, the world is still beautiful but a little cracked
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