Spirituality
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The Ocean Of All Of Us
Do you feel it? The song, dancing you into the breeze, can you sense it? Changing your every thought, your every need? It lives in the ocean of all of us. It plays in the rivers of those who believe.… Continue reading
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The Secret Language Of Me
Well it’s not so secret anymore, now that I’m telling you about it, is it? The language that lives within me that I don’t even understand yet. But post spiritual awakening there has been a distinct shift in the way… Continue reading
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Hungry Restless Soul
Love lives not in the sound of the music, but in the deep, melodic swell that fills the body of a hungry restless soul. Continue reading
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Soul Skating
I attacked the garden today. Actually, as usually happens, the garden attacked me—but my goodness I enjoyed the time out there with all that green and lovely stuff. Until about thirteen seconds ago, this post was going to be about… Continue reading
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Beauty
Beauty is the home that fills my soul like a glorious day. Come to me, sweet beauty. Bring me your Sun. Let me feel your tender fingers sweep through my waiting soul. Continue reading
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Be A Flower
Have you noticed how flowers open in groups? How certain flowers within the group open first, followed closely by a new lot that, for whatever reason, begin to grow and change at a different time. But always they open as… Continue reading
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Roar
I love you. But I love myself more. And if my quiet rises above my roar once again, I shall find it where it always has been. Waiting among the willows of my soul. Continue reading
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A Letter From The Soft Girl
Dear Brooke, I’m well, thank you for asking. Yes, I do believe you are perfectly capable of anything you choose to do in this life. It’s okay it took you a while to figure that out. You were meant to… Continue reading
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The Right Way
He said, she said, they said that I was too different to be loved as I am. And I believed them. These are the scars we paint upon each other’s hearts when we declare that without a doubt… our way… Continue reading