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Cave of Pythia: Letting
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Friday, January 23, 2009. The palms of my hands opened. And out they flew. After all these years. They were still there -. Call it a miracle. Or call it a miracle I opened my palms. But man, I can't get the idea of that poor Brazilian model out of my head. Speaking of hands. Grateful to have mine open closed or pointing. What a life. 1/25/09, 2:02 AM. She was healthy and living her dreams (and supporting her family) less than two months ago . . . GOD bless her. Thanks for mentioning her. 1/25/09, 9:31 AM.
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Cave of Pythia: worlds apart
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010. Not of this world. I wear the dress, the lip stick, the face. Speak the words, walk the walk, keep the pace. At times I get lonely. And at those times I indulge in the role-. That even I forget what's real-. Absorbed in the comforts -. Her arms like an octopus. My house is slipping out of order. Everything around me-losing its place. Socks in with t-shirts. Pencils in with the lipsticks. Acquaintances in with my friends . . . Friends in with my people. My worlds are colliding.
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Cave of Pythia: breathing, heart beating, eyes open, smiling
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Monday, January 05, 2009. Breathing, heart beating, eyes open, smiling. Happy, Blessed, Healthy, Loving, Prosperous, Peaceful, Abundant . . . New Year! Chisel in hand, intent in heart, design in mind . . . and I have not yet carved my resolutions in the stone. These first five days of the new year escaped in an exhale. I am larger these days . . . the world around me, tiny. Days like seconds. Miles like steps. Obstacles like pebbles. I have found my place. I have found my space. I have found. Drug use an...
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth.
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Monday, March 24, 2008. Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth. Lindy's Adventures in Wonderland . . . Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do . . . ". On gratitude for important things overlooked:. Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); 'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! That d...
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: Journal Entry - Hunger
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Thursday, March 06, 2008. Journal Entry - Hunger. Today I am fighting the fear . . . crying over my hunger. Will my arrogance also rise with me and claw at the humility that has robed me and kept me naked at the same time? I was once a part of something . . . and now I am apart from everything. I was once one of them. And now I am none of them. Am I being forgotten, as I have wished? Or, have I pulled my hood down over my face?
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: on aging
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Sunday, April 22, 2012. My ethereal, kaleidoscopic self is calling for my 30 year porcelain self to fall into tiny pieces and be swept up into Moses' giant dustpan of other broken idols and golden calves. I cannot yet let go her firm arm. Her supple skin,. Her full breasts, her un-scarred belly, her fertile hips, her wanting womb, her tiny waist, her defined lips,. Her smooth face,. Her bright eyes, her graceful steps, her. Where on...
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: The Absence of Balance is Like Standing on the Outside but Thinking I am in
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Monday, October 22, 2007. The Absence of Balance is Like Standing on the Outside but Thinking I am in. Do opposites really exist? Love and fear are called opposites, but isn't fear really the. As chaos is the absence of order. And darkness is the absence of light. It can be debated that all things deemed as. Are really only separated by fine blurry lines,. Or perception. Like the opposite of quiet is not loud;. I have been made more...
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: Something That Was Once
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Thursday, May 08, 2008. Something That Was Once. During an April morning's walk,. Near blooming magnolias and an awaking rhododendron;. In the dry wintered dirt; under an ever-greened branch;. Lay a head; stilled and quiet. A head with finely carved features of an ancient time. Something that was once intact. Something that was once admired. Something that no longer is now what it was then. The beauty of then. The terror of then.
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: Living, Breathing Walking the Labyrinth
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Thursday, October 11, 2007. Living, Breathing Walking the Labyrinth. I wouldn't have done it any other way. I would have been bored stiff on the straight and narrow path . . . I would have been smothered on the well traveled roads. I loved the curves, the twists, the secret niches within the Labyrinth's ancient design. So many choices - all branching from and. Singular point of origin. And that's the most beautiful of our gifts.
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: A fear of heights
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Tuesday, December 28, 2010. A fear of heights. Most likely to succeed). Did I hear the word 'special'. Fall from my lips or another's? As I was falling from spectacular? Personal Thoughts and Knowings. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 3 Ages of Woman. Of myself I am no one. View my complete profile. The Footprints of my Journey. A fear of heights. Before the last bubble breaks at the surface. Sacred Footsteps Along the Way.