November 2010
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Healing Won.
I dropped the letter in the outgoing mail; it sat in the box for a few hours, with me working nearby. Every now and then, I wondered if I should take it back; pull it out and retreat back to… Continue reading
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I found my soul.
“Pen to the page to find and create sanctuary and asylum for soul. “ Margot Van Sluytman My blog is an asylum for my soul, a sanctuary for a confused mind, a place where I feel free to dialogue and… Continue reading
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“Lights on but nobody’s home!”
As I caught sight of me in my rearview mirror I chuckled, I had left home quickly for I was in the middle of making soup and found I was one ingredient short, it was too late to stop the… Continue reading
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A safe place for Me.
The sentiments, feelings, expressions, emotions of this blog may appear childlike and perhaps unbecoming of a big lady like me, but what I have just realized, is that the healing I am doing isn’t about a big lady, rather that… Continue reading
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The Life of Me
About 5 years ago my daughter received in the mail a manila envelope from my mother, inside were pictures of me. Baby pictures, school pictures, snapshots of me alone and me with siblings, even my high school graduation picture, all… Continue reading
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Reality shows a hole.
As I walked down the driveway to get our mail, my foot slipped on the ice and I did an impromptu triangle pose, stretching further than my muscles actually stretch, it was as if the ground shifted beneath my feet… Continue reading
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Wants to see.
My mother leaves a message on my daughter’s cell phone, wanting a recent picture of me, asking her for 4 or 5 of them. What??? Saying on the message, “she is still my daughter and I love her,” like that… Continue reading
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Thank you.
As I sit here on Thanksgiving morning, I look back at this year and find so many moments of gratitude, it seems I had a year full. My moments of gratitude are interrupted with moments of sheer pain, frustration, sorrow,… Continue reading
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Devils in Disguise.
I am finally seeing how literally birds of a feather flock together, clinging to the same version of heaven and hell, love and fear, good and evil, that depending upon your level of awareness and type of energy you carry,… Continue reading
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