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Glitter Waves

The waves gather morning sunlight until they look like shiny, golden tubes rolling upon the shore. As the foamy water breaks apart, the light scatters across the sand like a plume of gold glitter before dissolving into the wet earth. I’ve never seen this effect before. Could it be the black volcanic soil of this…
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The Cure

I am my mood My mood is me Speaking Whispering So softly A kiss of the wind A gentle breeze A song I sing So longingly Stillness settles What mood is this? Content to stand Or kneel Or sit I have a hunger Of this I’m sure But how I find it That’s the cure…
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Compassion and Empathy

Don’t let your heart grow hard. Or cold. Don’t self-medicate. Even if it hurts, allow yourself to feel. Don’t numb the pain. This is how we grow in compassion and empathy.
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Torn in Two

Yes, it’s trueMy heart’s been torn in twoThere would have been less painIf they had punched me in the faceI would have preferred a bruised cheek or a crushed noseBecause a crushed spirit hurt so much moreIt’s a difficult thing to explainIf only there had been another wayA road, a route, that might have held…
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The Codex

High stakes Heartbreaks Fumbling Mistakes Genuinely Hated Baited, but Not bated Moth, flame Touché Hot, cold Blame game
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The Path to Courage

Vulnerability. Integrity. Courage. Open your arms wide to vulnerability, while walking in integrity, so that you can let courage in….
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Hollow Night

Identity is a tricky thing. Our hearts long to be understood, and identity can, in some ways, provide a solution for that (through community, through finding our “tribe”). But what happens when we find our identity in something that’s fleeting? A person in our life? A relationship? A career that may or may not pan…
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Midnight in Paris

Stillness, like a heavy cloak, stretches around me. Hugging myself, I amble toward the parking lot. My ears detect the sound of rushing water. A fountain sits at the center of the plaza. I pause, listening. Watching. Lights reflect off the glossy streams cascading through the stone fountain. This place is like a dreamscape, a…
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I Taste Spring

I miss traveling. I miss the rush of the airport, the excitement of getting my passport stamped, of exploring new places and reacquainting myself with old haunts. Most of all, I miss the beautiful, wonderful people in those countries. I miss them a lot. When I came across this writerly musing of mine, I decided…
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Summer Ends

It’s not really the end of the summer (thankfully!), but I’m sharing this poem because I wrote it around he the same time as the writerly musing I just posted on Monday. I wrote these two pieces at the very end of a wonderful summer, as the days grew shorter and cool weather approached, but…
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