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My dear friend Dan passed away of leukemia.

A year in Vancouver, BC, Canada.

Old shoes, old schools My soul felt through my walking feet The earth speaks to me Her calling me I take my shoes off and I walk ..

I, the misplaced Gazelle here among moose shivering and damp, but determined to etch out a life here in Canada. ..

the sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking ..

the sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking fo..

On Wednesday I had an echocardiogram done an ultrasound for the heart to check to make sure everything was ok. For the first time in ..

as a kid I felt I could never catch up with my friends with my homework physically or catch my breath everything felt like I was ru..

a strange blue painting a gurney the sound of a blood pressure pump the smell of antiseptic an abandoned wheelchair an old wom..

I dreamt I heard something someone knocking, but I can never find the right door. Is it Father time? I so badly need a healing sle..