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Proud
Last night I was walking back to my car from my college class. A class I have had to drop and a class that I have failed several times. The “last class.” The last class until I have earned my BA in child development. My nemesis, if you will. As I passed the very familiar tennis courts on the way to my car, a tear started to fall. A tear of pride. You see, not far, less than a quarter mile from this spot I was walking on is a park. A park that many things in my life happened…
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Poetry and inner work
It is a Wednesday and I am at the coffee shop. I have spent the last few hours working on math. The dreaded statistics class. I am glad I got as far as I could. This past weekend I explored some things on my own. I went to a play and I went to a poetry workshop. As I sit here, I see my reflection of my necklace and it says the Ho’oponono saying on it. I am very proud of where I am in my life. I am here and I am working on me. I am unapologetic about…
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Release
Release. Release those that have disappointed you. Release your past. Release all the things. So in an attempt to do just that. I write. I write about things that may have happened in a life that I have learned from but that I walk away from. I will not live there anymore. It’s time is up. Just a I sit here, the rain comes down. The rain is being released to be free to hit the earth and do its next job on earth by allowing it to make things grow. It is a circle I want to be part…
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Keep going
I sat on the couch in the home of my 8th grade English teacher. This was the second visit in the last few months with her. We sat and talked and watched one of her favorite shows she found on television. Her fiesty comments reminded me of sitting in her class so many years ago. So here was my chance to ask her some things and so I did. “Mrs. P, can I ask you a question?” She said, “sure”. “What keeps you going?” I asked. “Rage,” she said quickly. This was not the response I had anticipated. Thinking about…
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Life and thoughts
Hello and good afternoon. It is a lazy Sunday afternoon and I am at a coffee like house and I sit and listen to the music playing. Very jazz and very mellow. I would like to think that this is how my life has merged into. Mellow. The craziness of the world and what I have been through sometimes can overwealm me. The thought this morning about being okay to be sad and sit in what I need to sit in. It is not a very fun place to have to sit in. But it is necesary for complete healing.…
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Who am I?
Well into level 50ish in my life right now. I am a collection of writings and happenings. I live and flow with the trees and the ocean. My life is simple, a cool dog who looks like Toto and a career of preschooling to look back on. I have also spent some time working at a pretty cool zoo. None of this defines me, it just adds to who I am. Come along this journey with me and be prepared to nod your head, maybe laugh, and be encouraged. It is what life is about after all.
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This is me.
Collections and work of a 50 something woman and her encounters on this road called life. So this day, I speak about the smile I have that can light up the room. A smile that when given to a child, can brighten their face with the same lightness. A smile that I have had in pictures showing joy since I was real little. A straight set of teeth that I got from years of wearing braces through the awkward middle school years. a smile that is what most people want to see from me and can change your outlook on…
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