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Continue reading →: Little MomentsUnder the darkness we cannot hide from, awaits the light of an awakened life.
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Continue reading →: Landscapes
in the wild, winds are stronger. tall grasses blow in the distance across the lake. the mountain a shadow of itself as the ghostly fog crawls across the water towards me like questions seeking answers I don’t have. this world, a muted blur of reality as I sit…
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Continue reading →: DawnAs I walk the path and the world awakens The flora and fauna emit a sweetness. Like the softness of a whisper It smells like dawn.
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Continue reading →: BlindedThe Sunshine glares. I’m blind to the reality of this current moment. There is only fear running through my veins, as I find myself wandering aimlessly in a world that makes no sense. This is not where I’d hoped I’d be, this is not the world I’d wanted. But it…
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Continue reading →: WildThe flow is visceral. My body is ready to move in its fluid rhythm and enchanting lightness. Grounding. Deep and full: Wild.
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Continue reading →: JoyShe is so precious looking at me with those sparkling eyes. I can’t help but smile. She’s been so good all day, sitting mostly quiet and by my side. Asking for attention and letting me go back as I need. I hate to disappoint her so I’m sure to bend…
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Continue reading →: What do I feel?I’ve always found this type of question difficult. How does one describe an emotion, or many emotions, really? Some words that come to mind: cold, alone, loved, tired, content, confused, calm, empty, afraid, unsure, easy, silent. Silent. Yes. Silence. There is silence in my emotions. Silence like screaming so loud…
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Continue reading →: My ChurchDark except for one light, just a stand, a bulb, and a pull chain. The space around her is vast, no matter the size, in the darkness. She is alive and yet only a space; a space that holds multitudes of emotions, experiences, and lives. Like a church, she is…
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Continue reading →: A Love Letter from GodMy child, Okay, I know you’re iffy on me. It’s one of those things, I’m used to it. However, I hear your prayers. It doesn’t matter who you say them to. I wish I could tell you all the so-called secrets of the afterlife, but it is not for me…
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Continue reading →: The LullabyI see the moon Reflecting. A haloed glow Like fireflies dancing On the water’s edge. The boat I ride moves Slowly closer, Timed in strokes As the faceless rower Goes backward And I forward. The sun set Just a while ago And as I look back The colors hang…
