Archive for August, 2011

  • Having walked on fire  several times, I can testify to the very powerful act of facing our physical fears.  Doing things that scare the living the daylights out of us […]

    Facing one’s fear

    Having walked on fire  several times, I can testify to the very powerful act of facing our physical fears.  Doing things that scare the living the daylights out of us […]

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  • don’t wanna talk about  it or tell you who I am or listen to you tell me people aren’t explained, they are experienced don’t want leftover’s not your’s or anyone […]

    holding

    don’t wanna talk about  it or tell you who I am or listen to you tell me people aren’t explained, they are experienced don’t want leftover’s not your’s or anyone […]

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  • Heavy and thick And cold comes as the wind picks up Trees swaying in unison   You taught me how to tell the rain How to feel it’s coming on […]

    How to Tell the Rain

    Heavy and thick And cold comes as the wind picks up Trees swaying in unison   You taught me how to tell the rain How to feel it’s coming on […]

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  • the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many […]

    narrow country highways

    the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many […]

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  • ‎”Never make someone a priority when to them, you are simply an option.” It’s funny I was schlepping up and over the mountain one morning last week and this quote came […]

    The Way to Love…

    ‎”Never make someone a priority when to them, you are simply an option.” It’s funny I was schlepping up and over the mountain one morning last week and this quote came […]

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  • As I walked the 10 blocks home this afternoon in the pouring rain, my green and white flowered Gipsy skirt and white tank stuck to my body and rainwater dripped […]

    Stomping at Puddles

    As I walked the 10 blocks home this afternoon in the pouring rain, my green and white flowered Gipsy skirt and white tank stuck to my body and rainwater dripped […]

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