tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39690977400339334882024-02-19T03:50:14.048-08:00happy to be womanInspired musings on living as a Woman who paints and observes from the ever deepening well of Woman as Sister, Mother and Beloved.Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.comBlogger246125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-48490503428547885912022-02-15T16:00:00.000-08:002022-02-15T16:00:03.256-08:00It’s like this<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSjo72DJX61aebe2EuEW--TaVZR0gUsudBztcp0lwlasCLLsFMDJCwpkLUY1hSkATWYR4DyVQ6YyQ23XA4PZjpvoC_gHxKBoQBfqlTrEpAK812MATE5aaEWeEEiVzbFD0tYKnRbUsWapmVVkEKg9iPo6wJ69tl5o_8IawClHJHIqw82FRuZCtMAeuRoA=s1800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSjo72DJX61aebe2EuEW--TaVZR0gUsudBztcp0lwlasCLLsFMDJCwpkLUY1hSkATWYR4DyVQ6YyQ23XA4PZjpvoC_gHxKBoQBfqlTrEpAK812MATE5aaEWeEEiVzbFD0tYKnRbUsWapmVVkEKg9iPo6wJ69tl5o_8IawClHJHIqw82FRuZCtMAeuRoA=s320" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">how happy can i be </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">being no one</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">how happy can i be</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">doing nothing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">how happy can i be</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">feeling this</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and calling it happy?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">no one thing lasts forever</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">being no one thing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and happy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">pours itself back </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">into and out of</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">it is a sunny day</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and I'm here</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">being the sun,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">setting roots deeper</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">into living.</div></div><p><br /></p>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-3228375906918146802021-03-04T06:47:00.000-08:002021-03-04T06:47:04.514-08:00Teresa of Avila says<p>"This magnificent refuge is inside you.</p><p>Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway…</p><p>Be bold. Be humble.</p><p>Put away the incense and forget</p><p>the incantations they taught you.</p><p>Ask no permission from the authorities.</p><p>Close your eyes and follow your breath</p><p>to the still place that leads to the</p><p>invisible path that leads you home." ~ St. Theresa of Avila</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Artist unfortunately unknown, my sincere apologies at this time for not knowing</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0dRg7bJl8LHY6-xnZWKSOayFBnWrNET2A76eyrhibg7MQ66iR1A1dBXHz3xYOlq9L2Y30MadUEge_A3gBYH6-Jt7W-ZkyRUGc3NzLZwRNHVMffEMw92xxuI0XHGNDMGKYke11JYmAcW7/s403/E983223B-2E3A-4AEE-87F6-A3A6973EF62C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="403" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0dRg7bJl8LHY6-xnZWKSOayFBnWrNET2A76eyrhibg7MQ66iR1A1dBXHz3xYOlq9L2Y30MadUEge_A3gBYH6-Jt7W-ZkyRUGc3NzLZwRNHVMffEMw92xxuI0XHGNDMGKYke11JYmAcW7/s320/E983223B-2E3A-4AEE-87F6-A3A6973EF62C.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-28814987762797521442021-03-04T06:38:00.000-08:002021-03-04T06:38:05.209-08:00Plum body<p>plum</p><p>blossom</p><p>realigning my water body.</p><p>with</p><p>the source</p><p>of blossoming</p><p>spring is ever possible</p><p>rhythms of becoming</p><p>travel through me</p><p>my plum body</p><p>blossoms</p><p>as the stars shine</p><p>as the beez hum</p><p>as the hay is cut.</p><p>easing into my nature</p><p>carrying the map within</p><p>of all the world's destinations.</p>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-23106224486713876762021-03-04T06:36:00.002-08:002021-03-04T06:36:22.009-08:00Easing the heart<p>if these words were a song</p><p>would the melody lighten a heavy heart?</p><p>could the tune ease a lonely soul?</p><p>may they celebrate a faltering toddler</p><p>learning to trust </p><p>body to ground </p><p>as one,</p><p>with every new step.</p>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-54859234286046172932021-03-04T06:33:00.004-08:002021-03-04T06:48:22.223-08:00Springing forth<p> A destined waveform</p><p>reappears as the cistern</p><p>springing forth clear water</p><p>from our hearts</p><p>we've landed in this moment</p><p>and we'll spare nothing</p><p>to let it ring</p><p>loud and clear</p><p>a new frequency</p><p>visible and palpable</p><p>in the look of our bright eyes</p><p>it is safe</p><p>to return the favor.</p><p><br /></p><p>#WritingRaw</p><p>Third Circle.</p>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-60042482480877597772021-03-04T06:32:00.001-08:002021-03-04T06:32:14.662-08:00Star map<p>a star map in my belly</p><p>meridians of mystery</p><p>walking the motherland frequency.</p><p><br /></p>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-79072806672167945332021-02-28T12:39:00.001-08:002021-02-28T12:39:11.726-08:00Finding ground<p>my new job:</p><p>wake up</p><p>feed the birds</p><p>make tea or coffee</p><p>ponder</p><p>be inspired</p><p>don't even try to fit this into words</p><p>write</p><p>or paint</p><p>do whatever comes first.</p><p>love being </p><p>such a mystery. </p><p><br /></p><p>.</p><p>this bit of writing reflects the settling that found ground.</p>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-74213449330020279962020-12-16T15:55:00.001-08:002020-12-16T15:55:27.153-08:00Written while being sat<div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">written while sittin'</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">there is no one who waits.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; 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caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">it is</div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;"><span style="font-size: 1rem;">found</span></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">and humorous</div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">kind</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">no argument for or against rises,</div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;"> the wave tosses the driftwood.</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 16px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">12.15.2014 on being encompassed by nothing more or less</div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;"><br /></div><div data-originalcomputedfontsize="16" data-removefontsize="true" dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(49, 49, 49); color: #313131; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; font-size: 1rem; word-spacing: 1px;">From time to time I am rediscovering pieces of written breadcrumbs on the trail to this moment. 12.16.2020</div>Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-92214879225483058162020-04-23T06:58:00.000-07:002020-04-23T06:58:42.681-07:00Yoginithe winnowed grain<br />
the pearl<br />
the jewel from the quarry of many words:<br />
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feeling is my practice.<br />
feeling is my way of devotion.<br />
feeling riveted to the center.<br />
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for Her sake,<br />
Shiva does not move.<br />
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for a yogini<br />
everything<br />
is a rose petal on the altar.<br />
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Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-31689485020653204732020-01-01T13:43:00.003-08:002020-01-01T13:43:54.102-08:00new year pearlsi walked among the trees today<br />
my hand swirling pearls<br />
in the pocket of my vest<br />
mixed with rosemary from NM,<br />
fragrant, smooth, earthy, sea born.<br />
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open<br />
to find a tree<br />
open<br />
to receive a pearl<br />
the trees appeared out of the corner of my eye<br />
or right in front of me.<br />
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i don't know why i am drawn to do this<br />
the necklace long ago undone.<br />
<br />
you can imagine the pearl<br />
resting in the opening<br />
usually at the base of the tree<br />
sometimes, though, higher up the trunk.<br />
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i don't know why i do this<br />
it doesn't matter why.<br />
it's done<br />
in thanks<br />
to the mystery of life,<br />
to this giving and receiving.<br />
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something deeper than everything</div>
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calls me</div>
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to connect</div>
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to the unseen.</div>
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Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-49324575814392708012019-10-23T13:34:00.000-07:002019-10-23T13:34:21.208-07:00Mother My mother<br />
My grief<br />
My love<br />
<br />
I think I am dying<br />
She told my dad<br />
How intimate<br />
What a connection they shared.<br />
<br />
through the dissolution<br />
of her body and mind<br />
we connected,<br />
she and i<br />
my mother and i connected<br />
<br />
Help me<br />
she said<br />
and i did.Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-17975007976068528282019-10-23T13:30:00.003-07:002019-10-23T13:30:54.987-07:00taking the time<br />
he said he saw her that morning,<br />
the old lady,<br />
the grandmother,<br />
on her knees in the kitchen<br />
picking up oatmeal<br />
flakes of oatmeal<br />
<br />
when the bag of garbanzo beans over flowed<br />
onto the kitchen floor today<br />
and i knelt down<br />
picking them up<br />
one at a time<br />
i thought of the old woman<br />
<br />
knowing the value of one thing<br />
taking the time<br />
to pick it up<br />
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it is not the first time that memory has returned<br />
<br />
i stop to pick up<br />
i kneel to wipe the floor<br />
i take the timeSister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-33531092437553796482019-10-08T14:30:00.000-07:002019-10-09T14:22:28.327-07:00maybemaybe - he wrote page after page<br />
just that word<br />
<br />
maybe<br />
i am waiting, for courage<br />
to write,<br />
to let this voice be commanding<br />
in its kind quest to awaken and be heard<br />
<br />
it was awakened<br />
and i think it frightened me a bit<br />
so strong it was<br />
so sure<br />
so deft with words<br />
how could something so spontaneous be considered of value?<br />
how could it be trusted?<br />
<br />
and then there are her paintings,<br />
joan mitchell<br />
i see pieces of my thread are the full fabric of her expression.<br />
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so<br />
maybe<br />
that's where i am living from, right now,<br />
dear Jack.<br />
<br />Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-73308462925251745292019-09-29T07:21:00.000-07:002019-09-29T07:21:11.602-07:00being human this morning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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feeling and watching feeling<br />
crickets chirp<br />
tires on a gravel road<br />
memories of the morning walk<br />
<br />
each day<br />
noticing<br />
able<br />
willing<br />
to hold this space open<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
everything experienced tests the edges of who i think i am<br />
any resistance is invited to soften into<br />
this namelessness that embraces<br />
everything<br />
as itself.<br />
<br />
what resists being loved<br />
is gifted mercy.<br />
<br />
the crickets pulse<br />
spiderwebs catch the morning light<br />
mercy breathes me into stillness<br />
<br />Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-16239349728380172372018-12-20T08:42:00.001-08:002018-12-20T08:42:13.909-08:00singing our song<br />
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my sense is that even the simplest song can hold power....one just arose in me while i sat here, knitting...it began as a question, is this a song...and it sounded like a song...so i think even though no one but myself heard it, it moved through the deep sea of the ocean we can't see for we are it. back to knitting...and singing...to myself, to the ocean. it all began when i noticed just this breathing....in and out....a celebration of being breathed....as a song.<br />
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the inspiration was a song i heard from Dr Estes<br />
the painting i made feeling toward a new form/song while living in Germany in 2009<br />
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Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-26752540896572426682018-07-12T11:01:00.004-07:002018-07-12T11:01:58.110-07:00The prince is deadA no longer wanted ornament<br />
The Frog Prince<br />
crushed under foot<br />
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Symbolic<br />
Intentional<br />
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<br />Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-66438243416535860142018-07-08T09:49:00.000-07:002018-07-08T09:49:15.198-07:00Daily wakeningsat up<br />
yes<br />
it was time<br />
to sit up.<br />
<br />
start the day when you are awake<br />
start the real practice when you awaken<br />
who awakens?<br />
what awakens?<br />
<br />
clarity invites more clarity<br />
<br />
no one is wrong or right<br />
it is more than that<br />
more complex,<br />
diverse,<br />
great, really.<br />
simple<br />
unconditioned.<br />
<br />
the duality rests<br />
you land in the heart again.<br />
<br />
everything<br />
will return to its source<br />
he said.<br />
the attraction to do so<br />
is innate,<br />
primordial,<br />
before and after form.Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-74278738212473552712018-07-08T09:29:00.000-07:002018-07-08T09:29:54.134-07:00Bakinga pie like coming together<br />
apples and blueberries<br />
cinnamon and ginger<br />
held, i hope<br />
by flour and butter.<br />
<br />
butter and flour<br />
palms of the beloved's hands<br />
offering some sweet fruit<br />
to love's own tongue.Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-18264383359753125202018-07-08T09:22:00.000-07:002018-07-08T09:22:34.995-07:00Creation awaitssometimes<br />
there is no word<br />
available or known<br />
a feeling is only what is<br />
<br />
tears and stopping<br />
feel kiss flow<br />
feel kiss<br />
feel<br />
feel<br />
kiss with breath<br />
feel<br />
feel<br />
Breathe<br />
as a kiss<br />
<br />
lighter than a moment before<br />
pushing through isn't what is called for.<br />
the old patterns rising<br />
wearing out, thinning<br />
fearing the unknown,<br />
their death and freedom<br />
<br />
so human<br />
walk with<br />
not away from.<br />
<br />
closer,<br />
creation awaits<br />
mean it.<br />
as if for the first time.Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-75952823744290213242018-07-08T08:56:00.000-07:002018-07-08T08:56:04.235-07:00TimololClasping the bridge of my nose<br />
I fall into silence,<br />
Feeling mother.Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-80535721336531677612018-07-05T08:23:00.003-07:002018-07-05T08:23:53.412-07:00Morning prayercarrying water<br />
<br />
Weeding<br />
Tending<br />
Seeing<br />
<br />
what has grown,<br />
<br />
blossomed<br />
<br />
Daily.Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-90513719014419642422018-06-29T13:54:00.001-07:002018-06-29T14:00:51.872-07:00Listening for Wonder<div dir="ltr">
Direction inward<br />
Listening for Wonder</div>
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Recognizing a form or mark that speaks for me in a space that is unfamiliar.</div>
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When I look at my surroundings I feel order and beauty <br />
Endless forms in precision</div>
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I'm too awestruck by what Nature presents to try to paint it. It overwhelms me. I used to be able to sort it out, the feeling response and what was seen.</div>
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Now I am in new territory.<br />
There is precision that arises.<br />
There is something natural that holds it all together.</div>
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this willingness to let what is within unfold will be my guide.</div>
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Sister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-90030413440738360792018-03-08T14:27:00.002-08:002018-03-08T14:27:17.133-08:00achei would write you a love letter<br />
if i could feel<br />
that love<br />
embraces<br />
everythingSister Mother Belovedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03358146008560376154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969097740033933488.post-31533520630268936742017-11-25T09:50:00.004-08:002017-11-25T09:50:59.659-08:00in<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am no longer on the brink</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m in.</span></span></div>
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