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Dear Dad
I just want to share an image of my father, Anthony (of Tony) he passed away almost 3 years ago, and I have written quite a lot about him, but have always struggled to share photos and images of him. The final image I had of him, was holding his head in my hands as…
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The Unfurling …
Thrust violently from the warmth of a mother’s womb. Unfurling, time ravaged childhood with embryonic dreams, fears and aspirations. Time passes, seedling awakens to possibilities. Possibilities awaken to unimaginable dreams. The once violent expulsion, nothing more than an integral step in the journey of life … the awakening, the unfurling and the becoming. Each step,…
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Trapped …
She sat alone, dissatisfied and disillusioned. Her body slumped down low in her chair, as if the weight of the world had slowly crushed her, until what remained was an empty shell of the women she’d once been. As she typed, her tears cascaded over her gaunt face, years of emotional self-neglect had taken a…
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Pragmatic Dreamer
Pragmatic weaver, Untethered dreamer … The one and the same, No regrets no shame … I am, all that I could be, Everything and nothing, both bound and free. I am captive and captor, I hold the key … No excuses needed … It’s my undeniable choice, To cower apologetically, or valiantly raise my voice……
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Airtight…
Emma knew that by pushing ‘the’ button, all sorts of hell would ensue. There’d be no turning back. Not now, not ever. But what were their options? None, that’s what. Zero, zip, zilch … that’s what! They were literally at wits end, and this was their only option. At least they had planned and prepared,…
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Tribe … Soul Family
She chose her tribe … with whom she’d roam, Her family, her people, her home. Earth Angel, Rainbow Child … Love … personified, Perfectly imperfect My daughter, my teacher Healer … Warrior Conduit
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Mindfulness in Blogging
Starting a blog was going to be a type of catharsis for me. I envisioned feeling a great sense of release … have I? Yes, on some levels yes. There is a great sense of personal achievement, and an appreciation that I’ve been able to ‘get my act together’ enough to have the time and…
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My purpose… need to write… but is it really enough? Am I really enough?
I always thought that I needed to write my story. You know the memoir that would set the literary world ablaze, catapulting me into the stratosphere of published authors. Ok, settle down. You can’t blame a girl for dreaming, even if the dreams are grandiose and bordering on the ridiculous. So this girls’ got to…
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So Lost …
The phone’s shrill call echoed throughout the empty house, evoking a sense of dread. Its incessant ring mirroring Peter’s dark thoughts, “how long had he been trapped in this hell-hole”. He was desperate to get back home, to find the long-forgotten path. He knew it was there, he knew the portal was still open, somewhere.…
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Getting Away …
The break had done Aurora wonders, from the wide-open roads to the vast star studded-expansive skies, and hot ancient healing waters of the artesian baths. Every inch of her was at ease. Which was quite miraculous, given that only 12 short days ago she’d been a pent-up bundle of nerves ready to implode, or explode…