Spiritual growth
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The Story Of Yesterday
What does the world look like smell like, taste like feel like when the story of yesterday is gone, and the book of life is suddenly empty. Continue reading
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Darling Day 17. Surrender
Darling are the lonely ones. The sad ones. The tired ones. The human ones. Darling is the moment of sweet surrender, when the cave of hard fought bravery crashes into the sea of what actually is. Continue reading
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Darling Day 15. Golden Fields
This heart whispers to the fragile night of the soul. The darling buds, once closed, now reach with delicate fingers to the soft of a brand new sun. Light the way, dear sun. Release the petals still stuck in place.… Continue reading
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Darling Day 9: Truth
Darling diamond, fire within; the birth of home in a burning house of ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Aching truth becomes the darling ever and always. Passionate truth becomes the choice never to hold another’s heart with selfish hands. Continue reading
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Darling Day 7. Empathy
There is not a single person. In this whole wide world. Who will not respond favourably. To empathy. To ‘I know what you think you’ve done. But that story is not you.’ There is not a single person. Who will… Continue reading
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The Story Of Us
Have you noticed how life leaves clues along the way? At the time the clues are dropped, we often miss them (or at least, I do) but looking back, it’s so clear why this thing, that thing, or the other… Continue reading
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How To Achieve Peace
I tend to think that the root of all war starts with the individual. More specifically, the constant fights (and wholehearted agreements) we have—umm, with ourselves— about how good or bad, or right or wrong we are in relation to… Continue reading
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Connected
I felt connected to myself today, somehow more grounded than I’ve felt for a long while. It was a surprising— and much longed for—shift in energy, I have to say. It reminded me of the early days of this blog,… Continue reading
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Shifting Seas
Follow my blog with Bloglovin My beautiful bloggy friends, I’m moving things around a little bit in my world, as most of you are already painfully aware. I am both sorry that you’ve all been the recipients of such upheaval,… Continue reading
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This Little River
This little river. This little boat. I never could have imagined this peaceful place in the shade of Autumn and her beautiful, falling colours. Shall I meet you at the rivers edge? Might we sit a while, watching the ducks… Continue reading