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I’ve discovered in the search for who I am that I’m not just one thing. You see… I kept making the mistake of trying to define myself. I am not JUST anything. I am all the different colors between and including black and white. I am a prism reflecting myself into the world. I…
Tell me your secrets No need to lie I will eat them up And make them mine Crawl into my arms And make a home I’ll hold you tight And keep you warm Give me your tears I’ll collect them in a jar Shaped like my heart So you can face each end With a…
My #BeReal guest today is Sean Bidd. He often expresses himself by drawing on the natural world around him. I find it perfectly fitting that he sent me a poem for his #BeReal piece! Stars and mountain tops Show me your pictures Those deep inside your mind The ones you keep a hold of Those…
I am truly honored to have Julie Anderson as my #BeReal guest today. FEARLESSLY VULNERABLE “To live exuberantly–to fully know and be fully known by another—we must be prepared to illuminate the dark spots in our most intimate relationships and in our selves.” –Arianna Huffington, On Becoming Fearless When I was a little…
Please welcome Kerry Kijewski as she gets real about love. Sometimes I think love, pain, shame, and embarrassment are so entwined, I can’t untangle them from one another. The strands of emotion and feeling are separable, if I really look at my past, in reflection, but in the moment I seem to make every…
I talked to you yesterday Even though you’re not here I talked to you again today And I will tomorrow too You always had this way Of just… Listening With your eyes With your smile With your heart You had this quiet way And I hope you don’t mind But I am going to keep…
I can claim nothing For nothing is mine I shed candy tears Down the precipice Of skin covered years I break down, devolve Curl up into a ball And wish for nothing For nothing is mine
Home. It isn’t a place. I stood looking at all the boxes I just packed and put into storage. Boxes of stuff I don’t have an immediate need for. Boxes of time and money spent on things to make life easier and hopefully happier. Too many years searching and collecting the wrong things. I went…
I was that bird You saw flying Working hard Against wind I didn’t stop Not once Even though I was very tired I followed you Until you stopped And then I was that bird You saw sitting Outside your window And I stayed there As you slept And when you woke I sang to you…
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