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To Who I Am Becoming...: January 2015
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To Who I Am Becoming. To Cary Me Back. Alone but not lonely? I felt free. Not the kind of freedom that comes separating yourself from everything but the freedom of putting your arms down, turning off those parts of your mind that analyze everything and run risk assessments, and instead allows everything to rush toward you like waves crashing playfully over you. All the joys that I so closely guard in my mind, in my heart, in my body are almost tangible in that moment. Friday, January 23, 2015.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: To Cary Me Back
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To Who I Am Becoming. To Cary Me Back. Alone but not lonely? I felt free. Not the kind of freedom that comes separating yourself from everything but the freedom of putting your arms down, turning off those parts of your mind that analyze everything and run risk assessments, and instead allows everything to rush toward you like waves crashing playfully over you. All the joys that I so closely guard in my mind, in my heart, in my body are almost tangible in that moment. Friday, January 23, 2015.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: April 2013
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To Who I Am Becoming. Tuesday, April 16, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Books that rule my life. When The Legends Die. The View From Saturday. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The Secret Life of Bees. The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. People of the Book. Girls in Pants: the Third Summer of the Sisterhood. Forever in Blue: The Fourht Summer of the Sisterhood. Cheaper by the Dozen. Back When We Were Grownups. You Have To See This! Is He An Angel? Jeff Dunham - Achmed The Dead Terrorist.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: November 2013
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To Who I Am Becoming. Eventually she left me that day. It was not the last time she would visit me however. Each time she came she showed me something new about the place I had called home for centuries. Sometimes her presence comforted me and at others I attempted to comfort her. It was always just her, on her own. She became part of us on that first day she visited me. Thursday, November 14, 2013. She knew that she could not leave, but how could she stay? Thursday, November 14, 2013. People of the Book.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: A long month
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To Who I Am Becoming. The sounds of thousands of rhythms played by delicate fingers filled her tiny unlit apartment and brought a soothing salve that mended the infinitesimal breaks in her heart, and she began to fill joy once more. Monday, May 05, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Books that rule my life. When The Legends Die. The View From Saturday. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The Secret Life of Bees. The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. People of the Book. Cheaper by the Dozen.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: Open and Trust
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To Who I Am Becoming. Friday, July 31, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Books that rule my life. When The Legends Die. The View From Saturday. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The Secret Life of Bees. The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. People of the Book. Girls in Pants: the Third Summer of the Sisterhood. Forever in Blue: The Fourht Summer of the Sisterhood. Cheaper by the Dozen. Back When We Were Grownups. You Have To See This! Is He An Angel? Jeff Dunham - Achmed The Dead Terrorist.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: A little poem
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To Who I Am Becoming. Tomorrow we are going to move. We move a lot. I like it … mostly. It means putting everything in boxes. Mom and I drive in the car with our suitcases. Dad and Marc come later with the big truck. The driving is fun. We play games and eat fun treats. When we get there we have adventures and explore. I like it when dad and Marc come and bring all of our stuff. I get to put everything in my room the way I want it. We are the weird ones. No one moves around like us. No one has adventures.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: February 2013
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To Who I Am Becoming. Words choke my breath. Strangling the crying child. Of ideas cut my skin. With flesh and barbs. In vibrant colors I hide. Away from sound and breath. The giver of adopted life. Has robbed with caring fingers. That which she first gave freely. My smiling war-cry dispatched. And how could you;. You take what was not yours? Strangles the growing life. Struggling to be corporeal. My words are missiles. Zooming, seeking their target. I see you, they see me. I have given myself. Life is s...
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To Who I Am Becoming...: Until She Came
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To Who I Am Becoming. Eventually she left me that day. It was not the last time she would visit me however. Each time she came she showed me something new about the place I had called home for centuries. Sometimes her presence comforted me and at others I attempted to comfort her. It was always just her, on her own. She became part of us on that first day she visited me. Thursday, November 14, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Books that rule my life. When The Legends Die. The View From Saturday.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: January 2014
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To Who I Am Becoming. Tomorrow we are going to move. We move a lot. I like it … mostly. It means putting everything in boxes. Mom and I drive in the car with our suitcases. Dad and Marc come later with the big truck. The driving is fun. We play games and eat fun treats. When we get there we have adventures and explore. I like it when dad and Marc come and bring all of our stuff. I get to put everything in my room the way I want it. We are the weird ones. No one moves around like us. No one has adventures.
