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THIS IS A TRUE LOVE STORY
In the light of a full moon on St Marks, I slept naked, sharing the air with a flowering gardenia. I asked for my life back. I asked for joy, for laughter, for light. On the first of July, I lay in the...
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I WILL ELEVATE YOU IN THE DARKEST NIGHT
“The roads are straight, three lanes, dotted with white and edged with yellow. The leaves of the trees are golden, orange, red, taupe, sage. I am with my love, my heart, my husband. We are on tour with...
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THE RECKONING
I suddenly feel as if birth is right around the corner, only a few months away, and I want to prepare myself. The sensation of an event such as birth approaching as the logical end to pregnancy is a...
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TAKE THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ME
In the interest of documenting this sacred transition, I am planning to write a little something here every day. There is simply so much to reflect upon and share. It’s also lovely to connect with you...
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ONLY THIS
‘Look closer [..] and you’ll see the true interconnection of love and loss. “You can’t really experience connection if you don’t also have a sense of separation,” says Douglas Brooks, a scholar of...
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LOVE IS LIFE THAT FLOWS (THE VEIL THINS)
I am entering into a dreamy state of being where what is eternal is becoming very clear to me, and what is unnecessary drops away. The thinning of the veil. I am two or three or four weeks from giving...
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MOMENTS PART ONE
My baby is three months old this week, and I keep meaning to write something down so that I will remember these fleeting moments, memories that may not be stored in a month, or a year. The endless,...
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GROWING PAINS
Even though I have felt stretched many times this past week, being with Julius by myself, I am floored with gratitude for the moments I get to witness of my little boy growing up. Yes, it is me who...
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THIS FAMED RIVER
It’s 12:37pm on a Thursday afternoon and I am a hot pulpy mess of relief and recognition reading Mama, Bare which arrived in the mail this morning. My husband opened the package and I handed him a cup...
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BRAVE AND BREAKING
It’s almost seven on a Sunday evening and I find myself losing the plot. Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to be doing? Isaac is making dinner and Julius is crying for a car or a bike or a wheel...
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