Life
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As She Will
The sun is one but never can shine as one. Her rays will splay, and always touch the world (in slices) as they do. How they splay is a question for each new moment. Who they will touch, and in… Continue reading
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Grateful.Tired.
Life is busy and overwhelming at the moment. I’m better for the tools I’ve found to bring me back to softness (walking, gratefulness, meditation) but it’s a mammoth slog I’ve been through. And a mammoth slog that lay ahead. My… Continue reading
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I Became The Sky
I could have stared at the sky for hours. It was glowing. Grey and orange; still against the crashing sea. But it wasn’t the vision of the sunset that moved me. It was the feel of it within me. So… Continue reading
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Some Days
Some days, even the days that are kind, (and quite lovely) feel a deeper shade of aching life. And you’ll never know why, (at least, I never do) but you might hope (like me) that one day the ache will… Continue reading
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The Wilderness
Mmmm. The wilderness within. Let her rise above the soft waves of propriety. Let her unleash her greatest longings. Let her fall into the darkest of nights. Set her free, see her run beyond form, beyond care, beyond life. Let… Continue reading
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Home Alone
I’m home alone, tonight. And when I say I’m home alone, I mean my children are here, my husband is not. And when I say my husband is not, I mean I’ve been keeping a secret, and that secret is… Continue reading
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Yes, No, Life
Am I a good and proper human. Yes. No. Life. Continue reading
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Gypsy
I see the world, and I know it has been named by those who came before me. Who have I become (or not become) because of what they have shown me? Voices claiming to guide are often sour to my… Continue reading
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Sleep
Each moment is new and beautiful in my eyes. This heart has been touched by the wind of change enough to know that everything begins but nothing ends. Not really. Not really. And so I sleep in the arms of… Continue reading
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