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This Moment, And The Next: Miracle
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This Moment, And The Next. Thursday, May 23, 2013. It's a miracle we're alive. Despite living through, witnessing, being part of things that are beyond anything any human mind should have to hold, any heart should have to bear. somehow. we survived. It's truly remarkable that I'm here, just in this space, typing these words. A new pattern, shiny and bright in it's place. Each moment I'm here, I win. Each breath I take, I win. Each time I choose love, not hate or harm, I win. I hold this close, tenderly c...
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This Moment, And The Next: May 2013
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This Moment, And The Next. Thursday, May 23, 2013. It's a miracle we're alive. Despite living through, witnessing, being part of things that are beyond anything any human mind should have to hold, any heart should have to bear. somehow. we survived. It's truly remarkable that I'm here, just in this space, typing these words. A new pattern, shiny and bright in it's place. Each moment I'm here, I win. Each breath I take, I win. Each time I choose love, not hate or harm, I win. I hold this close, tenderly c...
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This Moment, And The Next: Where I'm From...
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This Moment, And The Next. Tuesday, April 9, 2013. Where I'm from is dark and death stained. The memory's scent is copper pennies and sulphur, burned out candles and sweat. I was born to be nothing, to stay nothing and go back to nothing. And yet, here I am, still living and learning to thrive rather than simply survive. I used to wonder if what was born from darkness into darkness could ever be anything but that same black void but now I know the answer. Still here and able to see light now, able to see...
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This Moment, And The Next: April 2013
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This Moment, And The Next. Tuesday, April 9, 2013. Where I'm from is dark and death stained. The memory's scent is copper pennies and sulphur, burned out candles and sweat. I was born to be nothing, to stay nothing and go back to nothing. And yet, here I am, still living and learning to thrive rather than simply survive. I used to wonder if what was born from darkness into darkness could ever be anything but that same black void but now I know the answer. Still here and able to see light now, able to see...
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This Moment, And The Next: I'm a Survivor
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This Moment, And The Next. Tuesday, February 5, 2013. Afraid of what comes next. Afraid of what lies behind that damn door. The door that has been haunting me for years now, or maybe taunting me is a better word, or both at the same time. Huge, rusted metal, looming bigger and bigger as though I am Alice and have taken a sip and now I'm tiny, insignificant in the face of this huge, big FEAR. The thing is, I already know some of what's behind that damn door. The thing is, I wish I didn't. It's ironic that...
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This Moment, And The Next: It's All A Balancing Act...
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This Moment, And The Next. Tuesday, March 5, 2013. It's All A Balancing Act. This healing process is like a rollercoaster, sweeping up, higher and higher and higher until I feel like I can fly and then plunging down, so fast it feels like I'm going to be sick and wondering all the while why I got on the ride in the first place. Except I don't. Well, maybe, sometimes I do. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Its All A Balancing Act. Announcing Writing Ourselves Whole: the book.
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This Moment, And The Next: Cultivating the Garden of Compassion
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This Moment, And The Next. Wednesday, January 30, 2013. Cultivating the Garden of Compassion. I've been fighting the urge to shut down, resist, run away from what comes next in my healing process for a very long time. The door to what comes next looms in front of me and I feel clearly my body and mind and heart as terror washes over me and every muscle, every fiber of my being shouts: NO! I've been working hard trying to figure out how to stop fighting, stop resisting, to let what comes, come. It's stran...
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This Moment, And The Next: January 2013
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This Moment, And The Next. Wednesday, January 30, 2013. Cultivating the Garden of Compassion. I've been fighting the urge to shut down, resist, run away from what comes next in my healing process for a very long time. The door to what comes next looms in front of me and I feel clearly my body and mind and heart as terror washes over me and every muscle, every fiber of my being shouts: NO! I've been working hard trying to figure out how to stop fighting, stop resisting, to let what comes, come. It's stran...
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This Moment, And The Next: March 2013
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This Moment, And The Next. Tuesday, March 5, 2013. It's All A Balancing Act. This healing process is like a rollercoaster, sweeping up, higher and higher and higher until I feel like I can fly and then plunging down, so fast it feels like I'm going to be sick and wondering all the while why I got on the ride in the first place. Except I don't. Well, maybe, sometimes I do. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Its All A Balancing Act. Announcing Writing Ourselves Whole: the book.
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This Moment, And The Next: A letter to my child self....
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This Moment, And The Next. Monday, May 20, 2013. A letter to my child self. I wish I were there to hold your hand, for you to look into my eyes and know everything will be okay.you are so very brave, even when you feel there is no hope. you go on, you survive. I want you to know you did nothing wrong,. Not ever. you did just what you had to do to go on, to survive. I want you to know good things are coming. Please hear me: you did nothing wrong. They will not win, they didn't win. I know you hold enormou...