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Rest in Your Rage & Grow from Your Anger.

Words said in rage definitely appear to cut the deepest. And they are excruciatingly difficult to forget, and they can't be taken back. So know when to choose silence. You must recognize, understand and appreciate the weight of your words.

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Keep an Eye out for the Secret Weapons of the Creative World.

I somehow enlisted the long-haired twenty-something stoner from the local music shop to be my teacher. When we started, he told me a few things about himself. He said he failed pretty much everything in high school. But he loved music, and loved playing guitar. And he could teach me to rock if ...

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Lament of a Jezebel in June: Dark Night of the Painted Woman.

She pulled a ring off Her finger and tossed it in my direction. "I am wicked in their eyes because I have an opinion. I am unclean because I will not bow to the will of men, and I am a sinner because their god is not my god."

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No Wound Left Unturned: Mars Retrograde in Scorpio.

The more we can show up as co-creators in our evolution, the easier it will be for us to simply evolve. This battle entails a fight to the death, so to speak. Your biggest adversary will be you. This is why Astrology can be such a great navigational tool for life.

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I See You: Can You Feel how Loved You Are?

Love’s way touches us sweetly, reassures us, enfolds us in safety, even in the midst of the unknown. It makes the broken pieces beautiful, beautiful enough for us to love the edges back together and bathe the places where they touch in acceptance until every single scar glows with the dazzling ...

Caring for My Creative: On Being Well-Rested.

Of what purpose is my being well-rested if my children are far away? Of what purpose is my being rested if there are parents weeping the losses of Xavier, Luis, Franky, Enrique, Joel, Kimberly, Gilberto, Brenda, Miguel, Eddie, Paul, Juan, and all the hearts stopped last Saturday evening? What ...

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That Devoted Girl Shattered by Your Truth Is Free.

Sure, it’s easy to love someone when you think they are perfect, when you hold them up on a pedestal and pretend they are everything you need and always wanted. You fell off that pedestal when I was 12, Dad, but I loved you so much, flaws and all, and I still do.

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You Are the Chorus of My Song Called Life.

I chose you to sit next to me in my recliner to listen to our song called Life. And Life meant our first missions trip to Nepal. Life meant picking out a downsized home. Life meant sorting through medical bills together.

Dear White People.

Saying sorry is more likely to reinvest white power with the sort of moral nobility a philanthropist acquires for spreading his wealth. A deeper sort of accountability is needed -- one that brings us to the edges of ourselves.

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The Tale of the Beautifully Broken Maiden. {fiction}

As much as the fair Maiden stumbled and pushed and fought her way against the discomfort, the Knight would wait ever so patiently for her to surrender to the warmth he could, and wanted to, provide. She feared that kind of love, for she had never experienced such pureness. Such patience, coming ...

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