Humanity
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Soft Arms
I hold this fear in soft arms and let her be. She is a dear traveller. She knows this village well. Peace, dear friend. We shall sit and we shall be, without wishing to change one another. Continue reading
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Happy New Year
It’s just gone 12:30, a new year has rolled in. Of all the people I have to wish a dear and beautiful new year to…it is you, bloggy friends. My soul folk. I ache to express what words cannot. I… Continue reading
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Scars
The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain. The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished. How beautiful true love feels… Continue reading
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As I Am
And I will quietly be as I am. Yes, I will quietly be. Continue reading
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I Miss You
I miss you, my beautiful bloggy friends. My goodness my heart misses you. It is truly a strange thing, that here, more than any other place, my truth shines her beautiful light. Everywhere else on earth, I am partly starving.… Continue reading
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For The Birds
The birds are home and so am I. I could say they are noisy, but they are not really noisy. They are only noisy if I think of them in relation to my world. On their own, they are just… Continue reading
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Charlotte’s Web. and why I am me because of it.
Perception is a vastly misunderstood word, I think, because, for the most part, we use it in very one dimensional terms. It looks like that man over there is grumpy. It sounds like he is, too, given he’s just yelled… Continue reading
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Stop. Imagine.
Stop. Imagine. There is a human here and a human there. Both are different, vastly so. Human number one feels okay being bombarded with a box full of emails. He tackles them, one by one, and then he continues on… Continue reading
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I Am Here
Do not look at my face and tell me I am beautiful. Do not look at my skin and see your hands upon my life. Look at me. Look at me. I am here. I have always always been here. Continue reading
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