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That, Which Is.
I believe that I cannot miss that, which is. The thing that I miss, is my own construction, my own belief, the way I see something. But that is not necessarily that, which is. I may not understand someone or something and have my own interpretation of either, but the thing I then miss belongs […] Continue reading
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Hello, said Loneliness.
“Hello…”, said the voice of loneliness,“Hello…”, replied the voice of fear.“I know”, pacified compassion,and held its siblings near. “I’m sad…”, cried the voice of loneliness,“I’m mad!”, cried the voice of fear.“It’s not that bad!”, soothed the voice of love, “I hold you all so dear!” “Okay”, said the voice of reason.“No way!”, yelled the voice […] Continue reading
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When in Rome.
Like a mountain, a whale, a physical presence exuding peace and warmth in every way. Her chin dropped, even before takeoff, but she briefly awoke to make the sign of the cross as we shook into the skies. Her hands in prayer position she never even took off her coat and now, gently snoring, her […] Continue reading
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Becoming Whole.
To heal is to become whole. That is what I have learned over time. While cleaning out my computer and naming untitled documents I came across endless beginnings of poetry, songs and essays on Healing. Beginnings but no endings. Possibly because Healing is a never ending process? At least that‘s how I see it. There is […] Continue reading
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Fifteen Silk Buttons.
I remember you. You took me to that shop in the Nine Streets of Amsterdam and after maybe ten minutes and one glance we had found our match: a beautiful weight of silver silk that you turned into my wedding dress. Long cut with an empire waist and a décolleté so deep you had to […] Continue reading
