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Journey Home

Journey Home

For more years than I’d like to admit I worked hard to make myself small, to get through life on the fringes of awareness. I have tried and then tried again to find ways to avoid myself, to dilute my power, to circumvent my truth. For years I numbed myself out with masochistic love affairs, exercise, isolation and on and on.

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Communicate

Communicate

It was one of those dreams that felt so real that even while I was dreaming I was trying to figure out the blurry and disorienting line between waking and sleeping.  Within the dream I remember telling my dreaming self “this is just a dream.” But I was also in that partial state of wakefulness, where your body is heavy and your mind is foggy.

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He Wept

He Wept

I knew it was coming. I’d felt a change in his relationship to magical thinking – sensed that he was starting to put the puzzle pieces together in a way in which reason and logic were starting to conquer fantasy.

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 Communicate.

Communicate.

It was one of those dreams that felt so real that even while I was dreaming I was trying to figure out the blurry and disoriented line between waking and sleeping. 

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Grief: An Intimate Intruder

Grief: An Intimate Intruder

After my mother died, after I helped her labor to her last breath, it wasn’t the loss of her that wore me down, as I had previously believed it would be, although that was debilitating in its own unique way. 

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