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A wooden Lady
It came to me while writing today, that I used to be a rock. A solid unmoving sturdy chunk of ‘being okay’ no matter what Rock; that you couldn’t shake my good nature. I withstood false promises and never… 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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Thy Will Be Done
A thought came to me last night as I lay down to rest, “Being a Victim is easy….” Being a victim requires NOTHING from you, you get to just sit and wait for the world to change. Victims… Continue reading
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I picked me.
One of the side affects to being traumatized when you are little is that you can’t rely on anything, it seems that what we see can change at any time, so it leaves you standing on unsettled ground, nothing is… Continue reading
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Victim to Victor.
Maya Angelou spoke of the differences between whining and protesting, that it is okay to stand up and speak up and take actions against those that harm, but not to sit and whine about them. When you whine she… Continue reading
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Silence of our family.
While pondering how my family didn’t like what they saw in me at the time of our discovery of my father being a pedophile, they didn’t seem to have the same adverse reaction to him. While I reacted viscerally… Continue reading
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