I read something of my mother’s recently and it stirred my spirit. Something along the lines that when you have been alone for an extended period of time, it takes such great pressure for you to allow someone in your space. Not in a closed off way. We are not caged any longer. We are…

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imagine yourself belly up and shivering this is the thing you hate the most— vulnerability light shifting and reshifting and razoring the skin this is the thing you need the most– weak, trembling thank god for this earth, this dirt, this grounding of palm and grass because you are spinning and spinning and remember when…

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What I remember most, is that she was an endless golden hour. alive, (in love) always fleeting.

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Love is not messy–

I use to think that, but I don’t feel it’s accurate any longer. Love (fistful of forevers, shoved inside your mouth, open up open up more more more love) is simple and flawed and everything it should be but it’s not so messy. Relationships are messy, expectations are messy, the aftermath of unfulfilled promises are…

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Hello from the beginning

I’m changing my life. What I’ve learned from the process other than it being very difficult, is that it is very slow, incredibly personal and full of heartache. I’m think I’m doing it for the right reasons this time. I think, I’m following the correct steps. I’ll check back in with more updates and progress.…

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