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crown jewells

I’ve been thinking a lot about the worship of women by women to themselves. to their sisters by their lovers and the worship of the divine woman. Treating me like a Queen, like a Goddess, comes so easily for my man. He is in fact, the most sincerely reverent man I have ever met. And…

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goddess2

“A goddess is a woman who emerges from deep within herself. She is a woman who has honestly explored her darkness and learned to celebrate her light. She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the magnificent possibilities within her. She is a woman who knows of the magic and mysterious…

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still

Vol.1  Issue 1. “I may not be there yet, but I’m closer than I was yesterday.” Do you love that quote? Does it make you feel all content and hopeful inside? I read it the other day and it stuck in my craw.  I don’t love it. As soon as I read it, it smacked…

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6 Marina - Ulay- 1980- Courtesy of Ulay - Marina Abramovic_1

Marina Abramovic had a passionate affair with Ulay in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each…

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silent

Sometimes all the self help in the world just gets in the way. We use it as another way to be unkind to ourselves with thoughts of all the ways we are wrong.  We get a sort of positive thinking impatience about us and we come crashing down in self judgement for all the ways…

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georgia6

It was just a little smile that grew from the corner of her mouth like a flower uncurling to the morning sun she was sweet like an orange with her red hair with curls and wisps of strands around her moon shaped eyes and when she cried her hand would cover the tears she wanted…

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