i've had these wings all along

and then suddenly I realize I've had these wings all al...

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We Loved

my heart • my soul • my breath • my blood my sun • my stars • my moon • my tidemy light • my path • my road • my beaconmy strength • my calm • my power • my loveI woke to a canvas that these three sweet boys used to create a patchwork mountain painting from all of them. And my heart exploded. So...

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i run to you

I run to you. Like a child runs to their mother. Scrapped knees and a broken heart. And I sit in your embrace. I need to hear you tell me it's going to be okay. Tell me I'm going to be ok...

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it's just ... food

I received a handful of messages after my last blog entry on animal welfare/rights & veganism. The question asked in each message? ... "What do you EAT"???This happens every.single.time, yet this question always stumps me. And the longer I've been vegan (nearing 15 years) the more perplexing this...

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The Ghosts in Our Machine

I cut meat out of my life early on in my adulthood, when I was free to make those decisions, simply because I felt, for as long as I could remember, deep down in my childhood belly, that I had no right to take the life of another living being. And I was so damn proud and humbled by my life declaration…...

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Sunday Songbird ... Overboard

Music has always been such a powerful force in my life. And, much like my artistic self comes alive during times of trauma; music swirls in and delivers more energy during these times, too. Sooo, Sunday Songbird is back (though I don't do constraints very well; so "back" is used loosely here, haa) with a delicious bit of angry awesome this week. I picked this particular video to embed because ...Melissa...

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landslide

oh, mirror in the sky, what is lovecan the child within my heart rise aboveand can i sail through the changing ocean tidescan i handle the seasons of my lifeooh, oh oh, i don't know+stevie nicks+And yes, yes I do know. Sometimes. I know that I can sail. And that I can handle. And that I can breathe...

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all about legs

I didn't have any big, politically charged, feminist reasons to stop shaving my legs.I just wanted to get to know them better. Let me back up a little.I spent a great deal of my life not liking my legs. I cursed them. Cried about them. Hid them. Abused them. To be fair, this disgust and abuse was...

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