sacred
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At 55
changing, graced with radiating spirals across pale softening surface. Me. Worn like a river stone. Deepening lines, tracing life trajectory…
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50 Years in My Skin
Fifty years in my skin… there’s something richly beautiful sacred about the lengthening swell of breasts and belly silvery scar-rivers…
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Every Day An Earth Day
nebulae swirl around my head. oceans swim around my heart. bringing attention, lightly, to feeling the sensations of your breathing…allowing…
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Each of Us a Jewel
…with gratitude to Avalokitesvara, Buddha of compassion… Rumi…ecstatic poet…lover of God and presence of love…mirror. Rumi: “you are the unconditioned…
