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Asking Too Much
It seems like such a little thing, really it does but maybe it is asking too much to expect more than just the bare minimum a reply a simple “yes” or “no” would be all it would take some sort of closure peace of mind instead of being left dangling Hanging in limbo She would… Read more
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Blue Lines, White Lies
This was nothing new, seemed like she had always knew that if she stepped over the edge she just might find herself falling telling little white lies to herself making do and doing without standing on the blue lines holding her breath for as long as she could just because that was the safest thing… Read more
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Wonder
So she wonderedIf this was itIf what she was doingWas enough or too muchShe stoodOn the ragged edgeBetween one and the anotherOne foot on both sidesWould she flyOr would she fallIf she didWould anyone catch herIn the nick of timeOr would they wonderHow she had managedTo make it, after all. 👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead9 02 p.m.… Read more
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Compassionate Bullshit
I just read another post calling wearing a mask the ” most compassionate thing you can do”… I’m calling it bullshit.When I go someplace where everyone is wearing a mask, I feel vulnerable and on guard.I can’t understand anything anyone says with a mask on and because it covers so much of the face, it’s… Read more
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Sunday Afternoon
He sat She stood Close enough To touch He spoke She heard For the first time It took a long time Years For them to get here Where a Sunday afternoon Could be shared like this She spoke He heard They touched It felt good To be in this place To know Each other A… Read more
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Politics, Conspiracy, and Sex
If it’s not one thing, it’s the another But people come to me Into my sacred space To let go To be at peace Away from politics Conspiracy Death and taxes Those are the things We don’t talk about That much anyway Kind of like sex Every one Believe it or not Got here because… Read more
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Boobs
The other night I was watching The Good Doctor, a television show about an autistic doctor and his co-workers. This episode centered around a 13 year old boy that had already lost one eye to cancer and was having the other one removed. He would become blind in order to live. The day before his… Read more
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Remembering
Big giant heartfelt thoughts to my Papa John Hamilton Lohnes who is right now unconscious and split open on a Surgeon’s table getting his heart back in shape. Here’s a poem penned by my friend Jeanna’ Mead… Let my heart be brokenTorn into piecesBring me to my kneesLet my heart be openWide enough to embraceEvery… Read more
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Touch Someone
In her massage office in Alabama, my friend has a sign posted: “When you touch a body, you touch the whole person-intellect, spirit & emotions.” She is a healer, a facilitator, a conduit for connecting a person’s energy to the source of healing in the universe. She does not cure people, she would never claim… Read more
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She sees me I see her She sees herself I see myself How dare I think Anything less Of who I am When I’m looking At my own skin and bones Brown eyes Same curves Same big smile I see who I was She sees who she will be We are hand in hand Closer… Read more
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