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Making Space To Hold The Pain: Midwives For The Birth Of Healing.

We need people who crave action and engagement, and people who crave solitude and contemplation. There is honor and dignity in both. There is so much we can learn from each other. So if I tell you to forgive me for only having words to offer you in times of grief, if I only have a poem to give ...

world

Hang In There, Even As You Cope With Loss.

For those of us dealing with so much loss, can we master our grief?

world

The Tide Turns: I Am The Water, Not A Body That Can Drown.

As for my beloved, The Rock? He is no rock! The peak I had clung to in my desperation was only a tip that descended down, his root far below the surface of the ocean. He is the land, the terra firma, the stone, pebble and mud. He is the layer upon layer of compacted silt and sand.

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

Freedom From The Doubt. {poetry}

Just seeing you again with her And me out here, without No freedom from the memories but freedom from the doubt Ending it was for the best

wisdom

With Certainty: Healing My Love In A Mirror.

With anxiety, we will navigate the familiar internal conflict that develops when we both realize we can’t be faulty enough to make the other run away. It’s like we both have one foot in with the other poised to bolt if what draws us together becomes a threat to the walls of the mirrored ...

happiness

Finding My Tribe, And Coming Home to Myself.

Don't ever doubt that there is a space for you in this world. That there are people who will love you and value you.

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.

you & me

Thank You For Not Calling.

Some wonder why I’m thanking someone who hurt me so deeply and forever changed my life. Buddha’s saying pretty much says it all, Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Holding on to that rage and sadness was only hurting myself.

you & me

The Best New Year’s Kiss Of My Life‏.

I'm talking about the kiss I gave my own reflection, just minutes after 2016 came dancing in.

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