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The Perfect Storm

To know and be that knowing,is to not hold,but be readyto become otherwise. To loosen what we’ve named,Once..to let the light revise us,and step…unguarded.. into

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I am Held

I am the woman, smeared in her own asheswho walked through fire and did not ask it to be kind.I came through not unmarked, not

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Laughter

Laughter happens..like a bird lifting, suddenlyNo asking, no warning, no explanation. The head falls back.Eyes close.The throat exposed..nothing to guard.The body softens, drops its armour.For

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On Being a Mother..

A loving motherwants her child to feel happy, all the timeA good mother wants her child to grow. Love, when it is only softness, tries

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For you Joanna.

You left. And didn’t.I feel the grief and the courage and the silent knowingthat it is all ok.I do not know where the breath goeswhen

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Unbranded Silence

There are days when I go into the ‘woods’and leave every name behind, or try to.No “mindfulness.” No “wellness.” – Just the lush and the

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The Anatomy of Fear

Fear is not an involuntary affliction, but rather a profound, self-authored state of being. It is Consciously or unconsciously chosen through the selective engagement and

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The Humble – Paper

I held a sheet of paper today.thin, pale, soft at the edges – absentmindedly.And thought of the tree it once was, standing in a green

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I was touched

I was touched— not by hands,but by something older than language,something that traveledthrough bone and memoryto find me. It rose like a forgotten riverfrom the

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Why do we create?

We Create to Hold the Need to Be Better. I have often wondered why does creativityfeel so settling quietening….liberating? Creation feels like a voluntary act