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love is our bloodline | for a limited time only
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For a limited time only. Me and mama squish face, yum yum mama HUG. Love is our bloodline. May 22, 2011. Love Is Our Bloodline. Love is profoundly political. Our deepest revolution will come when we understand this truth. Only love can give us the strength to go forward in the midst of heartbreak and misery. Only love can give us the power to reconcile, to redeem, the power to renew weary spirits and save lost souls. Who do you think said this? What do you think she or he looked like? I miss my mom.
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For a limited time only. Newer posts →. Me and mama squish face, yum yum mama HUG. May 15, 2011. This picture taken by the only Seattle friend of mine (friend I met while living in Seattle) who met my mom- July 2010. thank you C. Oh mom. i had posted these pics of her and me earlier: https:/ lmtdtimeonly.wordpress.com/2009/12/29/mom-and-me-photos-of-photos/. I still don’t want to believe she’s gone. 8220;… because there is no shame in wanting”. May 15, 2011. I saw this video. On a my facebook feed tonight.
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You’re breaking up. | for a limited time only
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For a limited time only. I miss my mom. 8220;Dove That Ventured Outside” →. You’re breaking up. July 3, 2011. 8220;You’re breaking up.”. 8220;Is that better? 8220;Yeah, I can hear you now.”. 8220;I imagine it didn’t help being that you’re in the in-between like nothing else these days.”. 8220;At least I have the company of one little hen. I met her this morning. I knocked on her house and I said, “Chicken, Good morning chicken. Are you there? 8220;So you don’t feel alone then? 8220;When was that? 8220;I ...
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haphazardlycontemplative: Colorblind (Irate Chinese American Psychotherapist)
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A repository of musings and stuff. Monday, February 27, 2012. Colorblind (Irate Chinese American Psychotherapist). Colorblind (Irate Chinese American Psychotherapist). So he says to me,. 8220;I’m colorblind. I don’t see color. I don’t see difference.”. Now, I’ve learned about countertransference dominance and I’m trying to build a therapeutic alliance. I get it; in non-psychoanalytic terms it means don’t let your shit get in the way of your client sorting through his own shit. Do you even see my face!
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haphazardlycontemplative: July 2011
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A repository of musings and stuff. Sunday, July 31, 2011. Tumbling down the town of my heart. I noticed the landscape has changed and buildings are missing. Windswept and sun scorched memories thirst for a rain to settle and soothe. Like a dream where familiar images are flooded with the essence of strange. A pang upon my heart resonates throughout my body. It is the feeling of homesickness. But what is home? Images of violent force and silent cruelty suffocate recollections of gentle care. Just as much ...
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haphazardlycontemplative: Four Years
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A repository of musings and stuff. Tuesday, January 1, 2013. You slipped quietly out of this world. Which barely understood your beauty. Worn in the canyons on your face. Set by the strains of smiles and tears. And the trembling hands you offered. To a world that often winced away. Because it did not know how to receive your wonder. And moving forward even though your feet did not follow. Stubborn to chase your heart. Looking on with innocent eyes that sliced the view with a beguiling passion. The Rhythm...
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haphazardlycontemplative: Endless
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A repository of musings and stuff. Saturday, December 14, 2013. The warmest embrace my baby heart knew. Comfort in your arms. And when the firm and secure cradle of your hands placed me. Securely into my crib. And when I woke up to find you gone. The brightest smile my childhood eyes desired. Affirmation in your face. As you guided my hand to draw delicate birds. Imagination growing on paper. And when you spoke your praise. The most shaming sound my juvenile ears could brace. Apprehension in your mouth.
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haphazardlycontemplative: Tattoo
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A repository of musings and stuff. Saturday, April 28, 2012. The warm weight of a surgically gloved hand rests against my fleshy side. Gravity heavy and secure. With the flickering buzz and hum. Burning needles singe the wicks of my nerves endlessly. Knives meticulously sawing, cutting, piercing, scraping, stabbing. Blades with heavy feet. Running with varied cadence across epidermal topography. I cannot outrun the pain. Carving canyons of smoldering tissue. Scouring the image in. As the needles dive in.
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haphazardlycontemplative: May 2011
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A repository of musings and stuff. Sunday, May 29, 2011. Practically speaking, I don’t think I can afford a vacation. But I’m glad I can always take a little vacation in writing. I think that sounds a little counterintuitive…I mean, a vacation by writing about your stress? But really, now that I’m typing, I already feel better. Going back to one of my favorite texts – Attachment In Psychotherapy. Friday, May 20, 2011. Spider In My Brain. Life doesn’t always make sense. I think its okay that lif...Well, w...
