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Branches, dancing

It was the shadow of fuschia branches outside my window playing in the sunlight on the wall that brought me back into myself this morning. 41 more words

I found TEA.

So it’s been three days since classes actually started (which means the last time I posted something it was on Monday) and so far I’m both loving AND hating it. 445 more words


A Generation of Game Changers

“your most basic foundation: (is) your total and absolute freedom to create.

…in your attempt to release it for the sake of getting along, or in your hopeless resignation that you have no other choice than to give up your powerful right to choose… you have gone crossways to your natural current, and contrary to your very soul.” 584 more words


Letting Go of Justifying (Woohoooo)

I want to stop telling a particular story about my life. It’s a story that goes like this:

‘I’ve been very ill.’

(Short and sweet, yes. 124 more words


Day 119: Prayer

The soul cavern, deep and sonorous, where the wild things echo as their jaws stretch wide at the perimeter, howling to be heard. Edges barely held back, vines curling around anything and all things. 48 more words

Fresh Mercies Daily

this is not [good/bad] news

or, interchangeable

opens her mouth
and burns me on the altar
of all has done

for me
all for me
the central figure
in all this… 79 more words

Common Table

Spinning out of control

Monday’s Meditation:  Spinning out of control, the journey to the centre.  Lisa Hunt-Wotton

When I was a child one of my favourite movies was the classic Jules Verne story “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”. 832 more words

Monday's Meditation