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Rainbow
Is this a rainbow I see reaching through the collective heart of the dreamers? Wide eyes open, lovely dreamers. You were made to shine the most beautiful lights on the world. Continue reading
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Darling Friend
The breeze of light that swirls between the lands of us. The eyes that meet and finally do say: I see you there. And I know you. Darling friend, I know you so well. Continue reading
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Sky Tears
Today there is a deep sadness in the rain. I feel it in my belly, and I ask it to be kind to those who feel the pain of the sky when it cries. Continue reading
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Little
When I was little, I was the curly haired girl. It was a point of fascination, my hair, a reason to love me more than the reasons that already existed inside my little girl heart. I wonder, now, how many… Continue reading
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Six
There is a little boy in this world who began his life within my body. He turned six today. I often think of the way his slippery little body looked as it squiggled into the world at my feet. Those… Continue reading
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Nothing Is Certain
Nothing is certain. I fight that feeling, everyday. The knowing that I don’t know the answers. And probably never will. So, I suppose, then that some things are certain after all. Continue reading
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Under My Skin
Speak to me of your sorrow and I will wrap you in a tender tale of my own. How beautiful it will be to feel your soul under my skin. How beautiful it will be to pick up the broken… Continue reading
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Into The Web
When the morning comes she will spin into the web of it all, and she will make the great adventure across the weave of the day. Continue reading
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Whole
I see you there, squinting at the mirror of not good enough. And I wonder if you know the beautiful creases on the face of you make up the whole. And you think, somehow, that you are flawed. Because you… Continue reading
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Milk and Honey Wonderland
To be human is to play the game of life like flashing storms; like unbridled children: electric, unpredictable, messy. Until finally, we hear the whisper of a milk and honey wonderland called home. Continue reading
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