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maker of memories complicated and wild flinging your heart wide and open force of nature tender and raw full of smiles wisdom and charm (you)
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wings of courage
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soft places
today, as we played she said, “I didn’t know your ribs were ticklish.” i thought of how i know where you like to be kissed and stroked but i didn’t know all your soft places and you didn’t know mine (hurt happened) as i started crying, she said, “maybe this isn’t a good time for…
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“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Today’s random word is know and comes from Men Undressed: Women Writers and the Male Sexual Experience. I’ve been pondering gender identity lately. There’s been a lot coming out about toxic masculinity and the harm it causes. I’ve been noticing where this lives in my own heart…
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trust [or no longer the helpless waif in search of love]
The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my quest for love and belonging is giving my trust to people who have not earned it. Like Vasilisa, I have my wooden doll from my mother. I have learned to trust this Loving Voice deep inside my own being. She tells me what is true. She tells…
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That just pulls me down into my rootedness. In the dark beauty of life. Have you been experiencing the stars this autumn? I have taken to sitting in my home alone in the dark and just watching the changing night sky. Wishing I could capture its beauty to share but knowing I can’t. That’s what I’ve come to realize about the radiance of darkness–it’s personal. Life grief. Like the moments when we first wake up in the morning and realize we’re still alive. Sublime.
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