bjukuri
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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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Learning Life by Soul
Here is another section of Kim Rosen’s book, “Saved by a Poem” that I loved. “Have you ever had the experience of a friendship or a romance where it seemed like life had finally brought you the perfect person, whose… Continue reading
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Strings to my Respond Ability.
324 days have passed so far this year, and I have done yoga for 319 of them, and it has taken this long to wrestle free my backwards sense of Respond- Ability. I am almost 52 years old, and I… Continue reading
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The Journey….
In Kim Rosen’s book, “Saved by a Poem” she writes, “ I discovered how the separating lines of culture and age can dissolve in the presence of a poem the first time I went to Africa. In Kenya, at the… Continue reading
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My Soul Cheers
Shutting the valves or entry points where I have allowed toxic behavior and or negative energy to seep in, feels soooo liberating, so empowering, so self loving, I feel so lightened by this, if only I knew that I wouldn’t… Continue reading
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Window in Self Love
Sitting here this morning with a visual of a scorecard and its shocking totals are prompting me to shut a door, close a window, and separate myself from those racking up the score. It wouldn’t be so bad if the… Continue reading
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Thanks for Nothing.
Not looking to invite more harsh words, but there is something that occurred to me today, they did not do nothing, they did something, but the reason I can’t tell you about it, is that they did something for my… Continue reading
I M Perfect lady 