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Let Our Hearts Soften Until They Break — Blinders Off.

It’s a beautiful aspiration to imagine the world in the light of that universal truth -- that we are all the same, because we are after all. We are all inextricably bound to one another, and our happiness, our safety, our health, our liberation, is absolutely in relation to all other living ...

poetry

The Blue Eye Of Man. {poetry}

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wisdom

Let Your Heart Be Broken.

This business of being human will break our fucking hearts. It’s messy and complicated and oh-so-terribly sad at times.

you & me

Light Up Your Grieving Heart.

We are walking hand in hand, my little legs pumping to keep up with his. “How fast can you go? Show me how fast we can go.” He liked to walk fast; New Yorkers walk fast, they just do. I am counting cracks in the sidewalk and hopping over them just like the rhyme says to do. We make a right, and ...

poetry

Surrendering To Grief. {poetry}

Today I do not fail. I allow the grief to overtake me. To swallow me whole. To rip out my heart and have its way with me. I succumb to its power.

you & me

He’s Gone, But Her Heart Still Sways To The Rhythm Of This Song.

He is gone, but her heart will not stop swaying to the rhythm of this song, to the branding of these words on her sensitive soul. She has grown and she has been broken into the knowing of that which forever remains: that love cannot play without pain.

wisdom

The Soft Heart of Fear.

Become curious about your fear. Are you actually in danger such as physical, emotional, or an unhealthy situation? If you are, then get out of there! Are you feeling vulnerable? What are the stories that are being activated? Where are these stories trying to guide you for healing?

wisdom

On Loving A Daughter Made Of Fire.

When your heart aches with worry, remember through the flames, you survived. Through the heartache and the fear, you survived. Through the bitterness and the soul searching, you survived.

poetry

Manual Instructions For Opening My Heart. {poetry}

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happiness

Dealing With Guilt & Shame: A Body Doesn’t Lie.

In her internal onslaught, she needed to meet face to face with her antagonists. She opened an ancient double-hinged door. The heaviness was tremendous. The circular iron rings pressed cruelly into her palms. She remained focused on a vision branded into her being and tattooed on her soul.

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