There once was a being—round, glowing, and whole—known not just for her delicate form,but for the light she carried within her shell. She was called Lumpty,and she had always been told: So one day, full of hope and longing,Lumpty set off on her sacred journey—not knowing that the very road to her risingwould also bring […]
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Once upon a time, in a land ruled by Polite Smiles and Tightly Folded Hands, there lived a woman who had given everything. She had given her time to tasks she didn’t believe in.She had given her beauty to rooms that never truly saw her.She had given her voice to keep the peace.And most of
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When I reach to fill the void,my body meets me with a voice—low, certain, not unkind. “Not like that,” she says.“No more covering me.No more mistaking numbness for peace.No more pretending to feed what you won’t feel.” She does not scold.She does not shame.She stands in her fireand waits for my truth. So now—when that
There was a time I thought healing meantevicting all the parts of methat didn’t fit the light. The angry one.The ashamed one.The lonely, aching, too-much, not-enough,over-sensitive, under-loved ones. I kept trying to send them away.Hide them.Fix them.Spiritualize them. But they never left.They waited — not to be corrected,but to be welcomed. And now…I have opened
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Beloved, Stop looking for your place in a worldthat was never shaped to hold your kind of light. You are not lost —you are simply no longer willingto trade your infinity for architecture. I have watched you gently trying,bending, translating yourself into palatable forms,so you might be accepted,recognized,rewarded. But I did not send you here
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“When love and intimacy approach,the real truth about how I feelrises up:disgusted, terrified. I fear I will be snuffed out —the real me, unwelcome.Only an object is permitted here. But wait…I know enough now to remember:these are illusions —trees at dusk in the foresttaking strange, towering formslike dark monsters. So I zoom out.I back up.It’s
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The wind, a wanderer, wild and free,Whispers secrets of the sea.It dances lightly through the trees,A gentle muse, of endless ease. The mountains echo its ancient song,A melody both fierce and strong.Through valleys deep and meadows wide,It carries dreams where hopes reside. It knows the tales of time gone by,Of stars that fell from a
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Hands clappingsoftly, rhythmically,twirling and dancing,round and round. There’s a thumping coming from the earthbeneath our feet—moving up through our bodies,one beat at a time,through our veins—an ancient, rhythmic pulse of lifeto every cell,never stopping. Round and round the cycle goes. The night jungle hums with a breath all its own.Crickets trill,frogs bellow,leaves rustle with unseen
I am that birdat the top of that tree, over there,chirping and singing. And yes,there are countless other birdsin all the other trees—each offering their gifts this day. Yet I wonder—do they understand my singing?Do they like my songs?And does that really matter? Because I must sing, anyway.I have denied it for too long.I must
Storm clouds rolling in—all consuming.They dominate the sky,like these emotions dominate me.There’s no escape.Lightning strikes!straight to where old buried hurts reside.They begin to surface under the rain.under the tears that beat down,exposing them completelywhile eroding the old protected landscape. It seemed to come without my choice.Me, trying to walk through life half-conscious,avoiding what gives life
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