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Allowing Myself The Space To Grieve.

I became a mother and lost all sense of self and lost friends. I allowed others to tell me who I am. We have to let that stuff go, it has to be shared so that it can be released with love. I have to constantly remind myself that my body belongs to me, that I am safe, that I am beautiful, that I ...

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I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}

I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory, I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves.

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Rewriting My Love Stories.

I used to say that up until now I had lived to experience two great loves. I would look back fondly, reminiscing about how deep the feelings, how ridiculous the love, and painful the break-ups had been. I had felt something so powerful, so real and intense, or so I would tell myself. This was ...

Allowing Myself The Space To Grieve.

I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}

Rewriting My Love Stories.

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