The sweet, shocking feeling of healing oneself.
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The Embers Still Burn
When was it that you lifted your shoulders in a shrug, and let the world have its way with you? When was it that you let the fire within you die, because passion is painful, and routine is safe and comfortable and easy? You were my furnace when my entire world was winter. But now you’re cold, and I’m sitting here in the silence, counting points on each snowflake.
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Good Vibrations: Raise Yourself (Pt. 1)
Even if you haven’t seen the vast number of posts circulating the Web that mention “low” versus “high” vibrations, you are undoubtedly familiar with them, even subconsciously: they’re feelings you get from people, places, or situations. That one person who, despite not actually doing anything to you, stresses you out when you’re around them? That’s low vibration.That job which makes you wake up excited and full of energy? That’s a high vibration job (and lucky you!) The same way that other people can either work or not work with our energy, we ourselves can also be low or high vibration. The good thing is, even if you are currently low…
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Gentle
When you tell me that there are aspects of my personality You find really unattractive I want you to know Every single flaw you perceive in me I have seen and examined in myself A thousand times more closely A thousand times more harshly And found terrible a thousand times greater Than you ever could. I have spent years disliking Or hating what I saw in the mirror I still have far to travel as I heal So I would gently request You not remind me how ugly I’ve been I am painfully aware
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“Can I Be Honest?”
You asked me. And I said: “Yes. Be honest. Be fucking honest and raw and real with me. If you think I’m beautiful, tell me. If you think I’m doing something that will mess my life up, tell me. Tell me you value me. Tell me you cry when you see old people eating alone or a stray animal. The world is full of people who are cowards, who will sugarcoat the truth, or give it to you halfway, or simply lie, so that your heart is broken over and over. A hard truth, told immediately, may hurt now, but it will never be as terrible as the wound festering…
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This is 33.
Happy Birthday to me! I was originally going to do one of those “X Things I’ve Learned/X Things I Love in X Years” things, but I sat down to list it all, and I realized I didn’t want to just put out a huge, long list for the sake of hitting a certain number. I could do it, but I have no desire to make a post that would take two hours to read. So, instead, here are the things I am most grateful for……or at least, the most important things. Mom: I have a relationship with my mom I have never seen anyone else in my various social circles…
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Pre-BDay Link Roundup
Hello, everyone! My birthday is this coming Sunday, and I will be away from my phone/laptop for most of it. I’m working on a true birthday post, which will be scheduled to go up that day. It’s gonna be really mushy and feel-y. Per usual. In the meantime, here are some fun links I’ve enjoyed. What to read this month, based on your zodiac. I have to say, the one they chose for Virgo happens to be a title that’s on my radar, so good job! Absolutely gorgeous, colored photographs of the Romanov 1903 costume ball. Perfect inspiration for artists and designers! The psychological benefits of baking for others. Fall…
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Things That’ve Made Me Happy Recently, Part 1
Making this list brought a smile to my face. What’s made you happy lately? 1. Watching Stone Cold Steve Austin eating hot wings on Hot Ones. (Seriously, check them out on YouTube. So fun.) 2. Going on a hike with my husband. There were a lot of spider webs across the trail. I was worried the couple with kids behind us would knock the webs down, but instead they showed their boys the spiders and did not bother them. They also gave us a suggestion for a new hiking trail to try. The spiders we saw were spined micrathena, if you’re curious. 3. Being out to eat and overhearing someone…
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Moly
I have a confession to make. Since writing about my “relationship” with my father (which you can read here), I’ve had a writer’s block. I made this blog to be creative, practice writing, and unpack my baggage, in the hopes it would heal me, and perhaps offer help to others. Since doing that post, I am not sure what to write. I still have baggage; of course I do, but that was such a big part of me for so many years, that now it’s out there, I feel…..not empty, but not myself. Half-molted. I know the inspiration will come again. Creativity is a muscle, as they say. Maybe I’m (probably…
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Whispers
I wanted to haunt you Imagine you seeking my face in a sea of people, Or glimpsing the sheen of hair as I turn a corner But the sad inevitability of ghosts Is they’ll all be forgotten with time
