Send in the Shadow Creatures to Drain My Sadness.
Then they move. All at once. Descending upon me in a swarm of blind desire and pure hunger. Vampirically draining the sadness from my veins.
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Nanci LaGarenne
Frankford: A Word Picture in Black and White.
Churches are everywhere. Black gates block the entrances. Care for the stranger, your brother... but first go down the block to another church.
The Path of Old Souls.
Old souls are here to help others and assist the earth transition from a three-dimensional grid of disillusion to the fifth-dimension’s unity consciousness.
Love Your Perfectly Imperfect Body.
My worth is determined by me. Society does not get to define my beauty... I love everything this body does for me, oftentimes without my conscious effort.
Our Quest for Love.
Rather than criticizing ourselves, however, we could look at our actions as a quest for love. It is our inner child trying to get their needs met.
Sunday Dance Tribe. {poetry}
I dance over their bones
like Shiva
pulverizing their remains
until what is left
turns back into soil,
from which I resurrect myself.
Sung Home: Chapter Five. {fiction}
One of the older women rose from her chair and strode over to us. Her hair was stringy and greasy like Stinky Boy’s but she looked strong and confident.
Forest Bathing and Finding the Divine.
I close my eyes as I lean against the tree, quieting my mind in silent meditation. I breathe deeply, inhaling the soft, earthy fragrance of the forest.
I Want You to See Me as Attractive.
My ego tells me how embarrassing it is to be witnessed in this place of uncertainty: "If anyone sees you here, there is no way you can be attractive."
Who Am I Now? Navigating Identity Crisis.
When you build up your sense of identity on the external and not on a healthy relationship to 'Self', you come up disappointed and disillusioned every time.