Stories
Words from the
Heart.
Reflections, poetry, and stories from my curious life.
Latest stories
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Must everything happen for a reason?
everything happens for a reason you’ve heard that before, haven’t you? but does it really? is it possible that life simply occurs— without cause or causation,without reason or reasoning,without promise or promising? and is this something we may come to accept,to believe,to practice? to remind ourselves there need not be a reason,that not everything must…
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The space in between my brows
The space in between my brows Where my eyebrows furl And my nose scrunches My shoulders tighten And my glutes tense My kneecaps draw in And my toes curl My teeth grit against one another Until I’m reminded Until I’m told Until my toes fall outwards My glutes soften My shoulders sink And the space…
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I see the stories of ancestors passed
I see the stories of ancestors passed—the twinkle in their eyes,the tear that fears to fallfor fear of shattering it all—the reality of you and me,outsiders sitting on the inside,reaping the blessings of ceremoniesand traditions passedfrom grandmother to daughter to you. Recipes of cacao to hot chocolate,temezcals turned saunas,ancient waters turned baths—we’ve turned what is…
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Plea for humanity
Just as Netanyahu, Hitler and Bin Laden would say leave them dead I would plead to leave them free This is a cry for humanity So that humans may evolve So that your daughter may see the sun tomorrow And your son the moon As violence and greed will be the death of us all …
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The missing piece of me
The feminine So strong and beautiful Vibrant yet powerful Soft yet masculine Sensuality terrifies me Not the softness but the toxicity The desire to be seen To be heard To be felt All I’ve ever desired was to hide To hide from my feminine To embrace my masculine To be viewed as intelligent, capable and…
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Blank Canvas
I want to take a moment to thank our selves for all the lives we’ve lived For all the loves we’ve loved And sorrows we’ve grieved It’s not easy is it? To look back on the people we once were The jobs, the relationships, the self belittling and harming thoughts we once and maybe still…
