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Rumi, Jake Sully, And A Starry, Starry Night.

Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.

art

The Stillness Of This Precious Night.

My deer have been here. I spy their tracks at the foot of the balcony. I missed them this evening. Oftentimes I catch them quietly by the edge of the porch, feeding from bushes full of berries and greens. When I see them, I toss gigantic organic green apples to them. They like it here with me.

poetry

Let Us Dance, Naked. {poetry}

Let the mad onlookers point and stare, for they wish they were us, encumbered and enlightened, by this strange yet glorious existence, of human, spirit soul-speaking, ultimate.

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The End… Of The Beginning.

And when I had expelled all of my prejudices, my disdain and my failures, I then sat up and heaved forth every needle pinch to skin and each bleed of my heart. When I opened my mouth, with head held back, as that of a woman, crazed, I wailed and then let out my breath and fell back, destroyed.

world

Today, I Just Want To Be Grateful.

I won't pretend I am particularly fond of the pain that seems necessary to continue evolving and healing. And depending on my mood at that moment, I might grumpily think "Yeah, right..." next time my ever-smiling Yoga teacher asks us to be filled with gratitude. But today I just want to be grateful

world

We Are Alchemists, Let Us Transmute Our Sufferings Into Growth.

To say I got here alone would be a massive disservice to my loved ones and those no longer in my life. Each one has helped me see a facet of myself, for good or for ill. Sometimes it may feel lonely here, but I’m never alone. I’d like to thank everyone profusely for being the people they are, ...

art

The Beauty Of The Darkness Of Light.

My lamplight may dim from time to time, yet is never out, and you must be wondering by now what the actual point of this article is. I must admit, I truly have no idea, seriously, but you are still reading, and my duty as a writer is to come up with something intelligent-sounding. So this is ...

you & me

A Letter To My Body.

I'm sorry for ever wishing that you looked different; crying because your thighs were too big, your ankles were too fat, your skin wasn't dark enough.

world

Waking Up To Consciousness.

I am mesmerized by the sun, the way she dances and dapples, illuminating leaves with paprika and turmeric. The veil is with me always, where I am able to move my hand, lucid and glass-like, lifting silken skirts of varied states of existence.

wisdom

Aging Gracefully: Becoming The Woman I Always Wanted To Be.

We are given this human vessel to look after, and it's our responsibility to nourish it with excellent self-care. Beyond the physical, it's the feeling of aliveness that we need to nurture to stay youthful and enthusiastic about life.

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