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wisdom

16 Ways You Can Create Your Rainbow After the Storm.

What happens when life doesn’t turn out how you planned, hoped for, dreamed of, and maybe, even paid for? What happens when you don’t get the rainbow baby? This is my story. And it is all of our stories, because we will all have storms we must survive. Life is beautiful yet hard; we will all  ...

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wellness

Navigating the Storm of Chronic Pain.

  I have so much good in my life. So much to be thankful for. And as I inhale at this very moment to write, and follow the rhythm of my breath as anyone normally would, it hurts. It hurts to breathe in, and for as long as I can remember and until I noticed not too long ago, that is the  ...

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poetry

Bang the Drum: Elegy for the Grieving. {poetry}

Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends. Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly! Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength! Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!

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you & me

It Is not the Storm That Slays Me.

I'm the shipwreck that is still throwing down an anchor. Still trying to secure my shattered pieces to something stable. If I can just hold on to something solid, I'll be whole again. I'm told I will get through this, that I'll move past this. Those words are a waterfall that washes over me,  ...

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you & me

Jump Out Of Your Victim Story And Into Spirit.

I recently came across an article on emotional abuse in romantic relationships. And it got me thinking. Past memories came up to the surface of my consciousness — memories of both experiencing the abuse and witnessing it. Emotional abuse. Sexual abuse. Physical abuse. This isn’t the time  ...

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you & me

Hands To The Heart Center.

I feel so damn dirty and guilty when I can’t hear her pain anymore. I am her soul sister, it is my duty, so I hang on. I hang on, then hang up, and want to puke it all out for a cleanse; it so very hard to imagine the world that she lives in.

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