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A frivolous poem capturing my morning, and some of the symptoms of aging, society's fast pace and our ability to chuckle at ourselves.
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Who we really are . . .
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Parallel views of the same world, depending on the eyes you look through and the response you have to what you see. Our future is yet to be determined..
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I am uneasy when my heart feels numb, even when I can embrace a perspective of the soul. Three parts of me- heart, soul, and the small self that walks..
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My response to watching political conventions & the whole process!
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Meeting the attack with spiritual aikido.
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Over time, there have been those who refused to choose sides, but stood in love, facing the apparent battle between light & dark forces with the power..
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A reflection of the sounds of the city and the sounds of nature, night-time in my city, against the backdrop of our times.
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A story written this morning, 7/17/16, to my husband, an empath like me who needs the strength of our love, as I do, to remember who we are.
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See parts 1 and 2
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