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For My Women. {poetry}

Hello, Mother Earth, your bounty blessings blessed me with the capacity to know/hear/see/speak/sing/dance upon your glorious body. I hold your ancient wisdom inside me, and every day I pray in gratitude for your willingness to keep me safe, always adventurous and forever wandering.

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I Got Wise: Four Things I Learned At 40.

Well, it seems that just maybe I did do some growing up in the last year, because this birthday I chilled the F out, and noticed that I knew some stuff that I didn’t know last year. I’ll spare you a list of 40, but here's four:

you & me

Sisters, Let Us Drop Our Swords.

We need one another. This need runs deep through the ancient marrow of our bones. Belonging is woven through our DNA. We belong with and to one another. We want to move with the wisdom of our Supreme Sister -- Mother Nature -- guiding our every move. We need our sisters’ strength.

troublemakers

I Have A Body, And It Is Damn Good.

The girl who at age 16 let her body be used by the youth pastor of her church, praying it was love, like he promised. Then when the ruse was up, she desperately tried to hide away the thing that drew him to her, her youthful gorgeousness, by eating tons of junk.

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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, ...

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Sisters, Let’s Heal Our Pasts & Be Wild & Free.

Spirituality and psychology have collided. There is a strange party starting in my heart. My tectonic plates are shifting. Move with me, sisters. Let’s be wild and free and full of love.

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The Interruption Of Apples And Cinnamon: How To Survive One More Day.

Four words that have indisputably pissed me off since my sister’s murder have been: It. Will. Get. Better. Please suck those reckless, ignorant words back into your mouth and keep silent until I ask for your counsel. Unless, of course, your soul mate has been assassinated as well. Only then ...

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For My Women. {poetry}

I Got Wise: Four Things I Learned At 40.

Sisters, Let Us Drop Our Swords.

I Have A Body, And It Is Damn Good.

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

Sisters, Let’s Heal Our Pasts & Be Wild & Free.

The Interruption Of Apples And Cinnamon: How To Survive One More Day.

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