Tag: poetry
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Books
Many of you have suggested I write a book. In 2014, I published my first book, Strongest In Our Broken Places – A Healing How To Book But that’s not what you are asking for now. I have collected a few of my death, dying and grief poems and published it in an ebook. It’s…
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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 back porches, And fishing off the end of a lake house pier. I want slow…
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It’s All About Vibration Baby!!
As a theme this has been coming up in posts I read and realizations I have had – most recently a realization in the grocery store. It has been birthing as a part of my redefinition of surrender as ‘letting go of expected outcomes and melting into all possibilities.’ I really am so in love…
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Reveal
The after effects of the Self-Reveal Challenge are continued exploration into peeled back layers that is me. I discovered that I really like sharing myself, much more than I ever have or ever thought I would. Sharing who you are is a gift to yourself. Keeping all that goodness to yourself is a crime…and know…
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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 a lot of conclusions from the outside that have actually nothing at all to do…
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Touchy-Feely Never Killed Anyone
The news of the mass shooting in Las Vegas at the Country Fest struck me deep in my empathic center this morning. It has brought to mind a lot of thoughts and I need to get them out. As I was growing up I often heard, “you’re too sensitive” and “you’re too emotional”. They meant…
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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 transmuted only obscured; by those who are blind to it. The Darkness cannot be obscured…
Judith Klemos 