poetry
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The Good Death
The Good Death When I’m dying, I want it to be slow. Not slow like a hot Sunday service in an old church, Nor any Tuesday at a job that sucked my soul; But slow like watching sunsets rocking on… Continue reading
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Sacred Sundays
No doubt due to my Catholic upbringing, I hold Sundays as sacred even though I no longer subscribe to an organized religious dogma. In my youth, Sundays meant attending Sunday mass and getting Dunkin’ Donuts afterwards. As a young wife… Continue reading
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Keep On Rising Anyway
I was invited to share my RISING story in a global sisterhood group. When I finished with it, I decided I needed to share it even more. So here it is…in its entirety. (You might want to make a sandwich.)… Continue reading
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Smoke And Mirrors
Illusions… All of life is a mere collage of illusions. Some more illusionary than others, but all illusion nonetheless. Life is a lot like a house. On the outside the house may have a certain presentation and you may draw… Continue reading
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Valor of Consciousness
The Darkness is not afraid of the Light It craves it. It seeks transformation only the Light can provide. Darkness transforms nothing. It has no Power. It is the absence of Light; the absence of Power. The Light cannot be… Continue reading
The Village Healer 