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wisdom

Get Wet: Crash with Force into Your Purpose.

I often envision catching the tears of others in a beautiful bowl, and when the crying is done, I throw the tears to the heavens. They fly like diamond-drops to the angels, who grasp them and transform them into light. The angels beam that light right back into the original hearts. The heart is  ...

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world

A Birthing Day Reminiscence.

It was only a few days later that I would see my mother for the last time, gasping for breath, hooked up to machines. My sister was there. And she had a friend with her, a co-worker who neither I nor my mother had ever met. As I sat bedside with my mother, holding her hand, this stranger tells  ...

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poetry

I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}

I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory, I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves.

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wisdom

Get Dirty: Lessons from the Wildest of Souls.

Find that cliff, stand on it and then fall harder than you ever have. Run to something with wild fear, with fierce love. Run to yourself. Stomp your hooves on the trail, and say No to anything that attempts to bridle your life force fever. Honor your herd for their desperate, steely support and  ...

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wisdom

The Truth Beneath The Masks We Wear.

Have I become so comfortable in my discomfort, so accustomed to dying in my daily living, that I now embody a midnight mask to replace the false cheeriness of my childhood's plight? And what if I am not either or, but both, strands of black and gold that weave the web of my spider's heart?

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A Holy Rhythm. {poetry}

To age he finally cries Cruelly, he limps atop time, crippled only in the throes of its touch Fighting and fleeing the throngs that have descended into its cold and callused crypt

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