I Want to Live, and Run with All the Wild Horses of Our Tribe.
Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
Browsing Tag:
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Afraid of the Dark: Why We Need to Open up About Our Pain.
When we feel open to talk about it… when we let the pain breathe… when we don’t feel judged and ostracized… that’s when things get a little easier.
Bones and Trails of Existence.
I hope that my bones will whistle in the wind, and shimmer through the sunlight. That I can leave you pieces to rearrange however best it serves you.