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Waking Up Some More
It started with a post about naming. Some of the words stirred my soul in a way that I just couldn't put my finger on. I knew that naming was an important part of my awakening. I'd heard of dying to...
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Clicking My Heels
She wrote a charge. I think to myself that she wrote it to me. Her words, "stop thinking so much and write. Please. Write." Something inside of me was nudged. So there I was, away from home but...
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Restless Artist
Words. Grip me. Scream behind bars for freedom.Even if only through rotary listing. One by one.Light bathing. Trees swaying. A restless artist.This. Eyes opened to the soul. Soul of a...
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I've Learned To Be OK With Getting Lost
There's a sacred calming sometimes in starting new rituals, like sitting with a new book of a favorite poet. There's a thundering fear sometimes in starting new rituals, like a grey sky announcing a...
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Broken Compasses
Rocks and Light breed poetry in my bones.Like a lovers gaze,They hold secret messagessilent. whispers.Chapters full of adventures, long roads traveled and yet to travel.Water and blood like a...
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Magical
Sometimes I wake up and feel stuck. Disoriented. Yet I know that a special power lay at my fingertips. Unsure what the future holds, there's one unique moment upon waking, when I get to decide. Oh...
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Embracing Deceitful and Wicked
I remind myself that it's safe here. This little corner of the universe is a safe place for my heart to open up and bleed upon paper. And so... candles are lit and I watch the flame flicker. I...
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This Is Me: A Grungy Whiteboard
Last week I wrote about learning how to trust this thing called my heart/my intuition, it hasn't been easy. Just today I found myself almost to tears because of a simple question.What is your...
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Notes From Birth | How I Became A Girl
I was supposed to be born a boy. In a vacuum sealed bag, way up high in a closet lay a baby blanket with blue silk around the edges. Doggies, Horses and Sailboats. There were no ultrasounds back...
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Insomnia ~
It's after midnight and once again I'm restless. Tossing and turning I can't seem to quiet my mind. I keep thinking about light. I'm reminded of waking, though not by choice. I'm trying to figure...
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Her Death Gave Me Life :: The First Suicide Story
My first experience with death, not the dying or the dead but death, was when I was ten. I do believe that there is a difference. One is natural but the other, the grim, is not. I remember it in...
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A Morning Poem. Building Wings
Every morning the world wakes upall around meand I watch. I sip my coffeewarm in my handsand listen as the birds singtheir morning songs.I too have a morning song,a wild woman somewhere deep within...
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Words Might Be Less But Not Dissapear
The wind is changing. I can feel her, Fall, on her way. Even though I have chills upon my arms, it warms me to know that a new season is romancing us. I'm unsure what this means for me, or my words...
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