Writing feels like a whisper. A whisper to the Self. Today that whisper inside keeps confirming that these whispers are worth releasing. There is an art form in the whisper. Whispering like this, I disappointment some days. Learning to love this whisper even means appreciating the rejection I can feel when others express their love […]

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The theme of this morning and nearly every joy-filled morning is simply to “get over yourself.” As an animal, get over yourself. Within the measures of a bird’s restraint. Getting over oneself may be done as quickly or as slowly as may be possible. Remembering those God-awful lessons too while doing so. Lessons about not […]

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Feeling restraint with your art isn’t always going to be easy. One of the most difficult things about feeling restrained is actually being restrained. Which I have been, as all humans may appreciate and by the time they are able to read a life with sentences like this one. A memory that keeps surfacing lately […]

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Like many birds before me, I am a healer and a survivor of sexual abuse. Up until my early 20’s, the memories of a childhood sexual abuse were pretty distinct, like dark shadows in my life, with painful definition and clarity. Many years before that, in darkness and feeling betrayed, it felt like my spirit […]

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I CONsulted with the head Doctor, the head Nurse, the head Bird, ya know THEE nurse! SHe gifted Ze with an EVEryday Life of VACATION! _From_Public_VIEW_, sorry? public, I’m OUT! I’m out on VACATION!!! and I will not be checking all the CellS Phones? nor their power SANTA Claws for LIGHTS nor SLEEP in their […]

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