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Tag: Truth
Cliche
I don’t care if it’s been written before or if writing about love is cliche… here are the facts: I’m an earthy, passionate woman who is in love, and deeply so. I’m in love with the words and the earth and the sea and… Continue Reading “Cliche”
Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)
It’s okay that you don’t love me. I’m not hurting. It doesn’t bother me that you don’t read what I write. Sliding razor blades across my skin helps me feel (better). Stopping helps me feel (better). I’m happy. I’m getting used to us being… Continue Reading “Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)”
That Fine Line
Your feet nearly touch the thin line, waiting, then pushing a toe tentatively nearer; you sigh wistfully, pull back gently. What delight may be held, should you ultimately cross over? Would it be to your peril or your salvation? There are risks and there… Continue Reading “That Fine Line”
Watch the Fur Fly
Sign of the times… at least neither of them had matches or a can of spray paint. But seriously, I love watching the wildlife. Whether it’s napping or eating or kicking up their heels or boxing. Who needs tv when you have real life?!… Continue Reading “Watch the Fur Fly”
Illusion vs Delusion | REBLOG from Gray Garland
I asked my therapist to be very direct with me early on in our sessions…. That’s the thing about honesty. If we can own our feelings and experience, there is nothing to fear about truth. If we can step into OUR authentic selves, we… Continue Reading “Illusion vs Delusion | REBLOG from Gray Garland”
20 Things I’m Thankful for Today
I was reading another blogger’s post earlier titled the very same thing and I thought, yep, that’s what I need to do this morning. In times of distress and anxiety, I find it best to do this: remain ever grateful. Winter in Alaska The… Continue Reading “20 Things I’m Thankful for Today”
Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon
For nineteen years, I was beat and belittled into quiet submission. I was trained to understand I would never measure up. I laughed too loud, I talked too much, I read the wrong things, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand my peers. I… Continue Reading “Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon”
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