Shall We Dance

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 my shadow bones are yearning to reconnect with all of me. I learn that I need these dark shadows, The light of me yearns to rest in shadow, to dance with my shadow. My bones are creaky, unused, disconnected, unloved.

I am collecting the bones of me, gathering them into my soul, warming them, healing them. Letting them be me

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Writing about...Writing

Some coffee, a keyboard and my soul! My first true friends!

Tilly Evan Jones

“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver

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