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Your time is not wasted. Though you may have been told it has been. Your life is enough. Though you may have been told it is not. Do not think your years of life are unworthy, that you have only worked to survive. That you have not made a mark on our world by waking…
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I believe this. What is marriage other than beauty, poetry and a great work of art.
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I have long been fascinated with the women who ruled the west. They lived their days out in what to them was just a day to day activity. Some having large and lofty goals while others barely just survived while so many made history, being in the right place at the right time. Women like…
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I have been collecting my bones. Looking in all the right places, and all the wrong. The bones of me have been scattered, some left with past lovers, some left with past homes, most just left. As I collect them I learn that some of my most lost bones, some of my darkest, some of…
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I have started this post at least 5 times, my mind wanting to say things until my fingers reached the keys. I have many subjects roaming through my thoughts. Remembrances, Kids, Isolation, Relationships, Stories, Grieving, and most of all my Daughters. I will start with Maggie. Maggie is a manager of a health clinic. She…
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I have music in my universe. Worldly music in mundane moments. Driving in the car, I hear the song of the wind through the windows. From my front door I hear the music of a train in the distance; it’s brakes singing a song of lonely longing and hopeful sighs. I hear the power of…
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I have not posted for ever! Time has flown, I have been occupied. And now it is time to begin again!!! I am delighted to say that I will be reading Palms again at the Mind Body Spirit Fall Festival on St Cloud on October 12. Mind Body Spirit is a wonderful place to be,…
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Mom passed today…years ago. It has taken me years to process. Because, lets face it, I sucked as a daughter. I was arrogant, unbending, non loving. I responded to the lacks in my life with anger, and failed to understand that she was, during our falling outs, responding to the lacks, and traumas, in her…
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Cheri my sister!! Solstice daughter. Winter birth. Mom told me when I was little That a great Gale blew you in through The window, And that is how you were born So you were named.. Cherished Gale. It is fitting So right. Solstice sister Winter birth. You are a gale of winter breath Frosty, refreshing,…
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Tilly Evan Jones 