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bricolage project day 9 [gentle]
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bricolage project day 9 [gentle]

ByKymberlee

Tonight’s entry is very late in coming.  I’ve been talking with him for hours.  And he’s been listening.  A different kind of listening than I’m used to.  He wanted to understand.  What a remarkable experience. I’m not surprised then, that tonight’s randomly-chosen word, from the Delta of Venus by Anais Nin is gentle.  My heart…

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the gentle grace of a feverish afternoon

ByKymberlee

Oh! The gentle grace of a feverish afternoon. You lay in my arms in your perfection, sleeping fitfully my lips kissing wellness into your forehead– your cheeks. You awaken, believing it a new day (I tell you I remember that feeling when I was sick!) and proclaim today you will be “peppier”. We watch the…

self-portrait as self-reflection

The Love of One's Own Reflection

ByKymberlee

“Blue Mood” self-portrait When I was a young girl, I looked in the mirror constantly. My dad and stepmother teased me endlessly about my fascination with my own face. My desire to gaze at myself was clearly uncomfortable to them. Once I reached adolescence, my innocent fascination was replaced by self-criticism. I picked my face…

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please forgive me

ByKymberlee

“I have abused my power, forgive me. You mean we actually are One?” I wasn’t in the mood to study French so I listened to this entire album while biking around the lake the other day. Biking lends itself to deep listening so I heard every difficult word of this song. So good. I’ve been…