After months, the last of the venom left my body.
Stripped down bare, only my essence remains
That glow.
The light in my eyes, that sparkle… all me.
My solitude is not a refuge,
but my wonderland of freedom.
Freedom to embrace everything that shines for me.
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Embers of Radiance
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The Art of Vigilance
They will call you paranoid, untrusting. When truly, it’s wisdom through trial. Some people, like myself, can’t trust our food or drink to not be tampered with. We are seeing through different lenses. Your level of assurance means nothing to their offense. Blind loyalty can only hold true if you make it through life without the mark of society’s darkest minds.
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The Art of Unpacking
‘Baggage.’ That word in itself sounds harsh, ugly, a daunting task. I was told having kids was baggage that would prevent me from love. That all my past would be too much for anyone to unpack. It was recently mentioned to me again. ‘Two people with so much baggage – what could they possibly offer?’ I have thought about it endlessly, swirling in my head for so long. The answer keeps coming back to something simple: leave it at the door and slowly unpack it. Some items require encouragement, while others you allow to unpack themselves. Other things unpack together. Over time, with someone to reminisce with, allowing the story to be honored and put away for good. This is the only answer my heart can find – simple, true, and remarkable.
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Walking in Wholeness
There comes a point when you aren’t running anymore. Running from hurt, pain, loss, grief, betrayal, abandonment, and the flaws in yourself. Along the path, as you face each wound, the running slows, becoming a slower pace, until at last you are walking. Walking with purpose. Walking into your wholeness. Giving time to each transgression against your heart and soul until you see yourself – all your strength, beauty, grace, and wisdom. All that you are, she is seen. Walking into your future, your dreams.
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Echoes of Unrelenting Dreams
It’s bittersweet growing older. Things that once mattered so much seem small. Yet, in the same breath, part of you still dreams. The path we take brings the greatest joys, even as it takes part of what you wanted so desperately. It’s bittersweet. I don’t believe I’ll ever let my dreams go. As time goes by, the longing becomes stronger. It’s brave to still go after it all, as long as you treasure the beauty your missteps have given you.
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There is No Separation Between Us
I didn’t need you to love me.
You see, I love me.
And yes,
I fell in love with you many moons ago. I never stopped if I’m being honest.
In loving you, I learned to love myself. There’s no separation of my love for myself and loving you. It simply exists. A memory or a knowing. It’s unconditional. Every single day inside me. It’s unconditional. It doesn’t require anything. It’s just love.
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Restless In My Cage
My practice today was confined to a cage. The freedom wasn’t there within those walls. I couldn’t feel the connection the way I do in nature. It was just motions. My soul was scratching at my body to be free. Sterile and boxed in. The sky wasn’t in view. No crisp cool air to breathe in. This cage will never do. I have to be able to absorb the earth and let nature take root inside me.
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Soul Tethers
I felt it today. I was sitting in my car, listening to music, and I felt this cord wrap around my body. It pulled me, as if I were weightless, pulling me toward this invisible presence. As if my soul was being tugged at by its other half. There was no particular reason – nothing had crossed my mind, and no song brought back a memory. Just the familiar pull of something long ago and something that will always stay.
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The Art of Creating Your Dreams
The picture became so clear in my mind.
My dreams once looked shapeless as a watercolor painting.
It took form slowly.
Over time the lines sharpened.
Details emerging as the colors brightened.
Reality began to exhibit the painting of my life.
And so, I walked in both worlds for I know where I am supposed to be.
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Maps of the Soul
I feel everything: each pause, silence, chatter meant to distract. The pain in someone’s eyes, their energy – every moment of good, the heart aches from the bad, loss, so much loss. When I untangle it all, I find the illusion, and still, I see my heart. I remember it all.
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