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Twins
I was in Egypt and you were hopping a bus.I was stranded there.With you and without you. I know why now. When we shed,our transgressions go too. Twin fires burn under the same moon.
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Ear Reads: Some Favorites in 2019
Taking a week off from the beloved podcast picks to bring you a list of my favorite ear reads this year, thus far. If Women Rose Rooted (The Journey to Authenticity and Belonging) by Sharon BlackieThis book was so good that I bought the book in addition to the audio and fell asleep with it… Read more
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The Fall Call
A day decided, a season turned and it’s time to go back to work. So I am hunkering down and back at it with words and thread. Sleep is erratic under the waxing moon but that’s okay and I am too. If you need me, beep me. It’s all underway.
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On Speaking with the Dear
I have the good fortune to meet with a couple of these fine deer on a regular basis. They greet me in the early mornings and meander in for the occasional sunset. I watch them, they know me. They renew me. Once they showed up, I knew I couldn’t leave.
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A Monumental Return
A lot of my work is focused on the rise of the mother and the huntress. A matriarchal return to what was and what might have been. Suppression can penetrate the surface but it won’t break ground. In the end, we are of the same root and we will protect it. She is on the… Read more
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Shattered
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Bits & Pieces
Perhaps we all have some loose ends. Some ideas and projects tucked away, in progress. Boxes, jars, and old drawers lined with the bits and pieces of your imagination will find their way. It’s not hoarding but it takes patience. Every act of art is a revelation, it will have its say.
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Quip: Compose
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Stitching Tales
