Tag: writing
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A bit on Labels & a lot on Grace
On our journey of self-awareness and introspection, we’ll discover many labels. Some we’ll affix ourselves. Others will be given to us. With each we need to tread carefully. Our language of labels can be incredibly unhelpful. A sign of maturity is our ability to question these labels, before firmly fixing them in place, if we…
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get help.
What if we did ‘get help’?What if we did it everyday?What if we encouraged othersTo not believe the lieThat you’re on your ownThat others want to watch you drownThat your sacrifice is worthlessThat it costs more to ask, to scream, to cry -Someone help me. You can get help on your ownBut we can do…
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Give and Take
I tend to tallyHow much I’ve had to giveLike it is the biggest accountIn history. Forgetting -It is only one side of the equation. One halfOf a pair, Forgetting -How much I take. The takingIs a debt I’m ignorant ofUntil it takes its toll. As I sit on the side of givingI’ll remember what I’ve…
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time.
I stole a weekTo have the patience, For a child adjusting to changeTo have a cake cooling on the counterFor when the children came homeTo commune with a friend, a cup of coffee, to lastFor hoursTo complete the long delayed to-do list, onlyFor it to regenerate. Wouldn’t it be great if this was Real life?To…
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school holidays.
What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold…
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little hands.
Little hands warm on my face.Your touch is soft and gentle.You snuggle into me, comfort at last. My heart beat steady, felt in your chest. You Exhale.Together our bodies echo the thought – I am safe. I am home.I am loved.Little fingers busily moving.Waking from slumber and ready to play.I wrap this moment firmly in…
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Secret Keeper.
You can trust meWhen your secret is whisperedWritten on invisible inkEtched in your heartOnly daring to be seenFor a moment or twoIn the darkJust brief enoughWhen the dim light makes us trustingAnd the special ingredientsOf acid and heatOr courage and liquorAre applied in equal measure.I’ll place it in the vaultAnd you may even forget you…
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to forget.
Sometimes the best gift we can give is To Forget.To hear the harsh wordAnd chooseNot to let it permeate.After forgivenessAfter reconciliationIn the aftermath of healing we aimTo ForgetThe tones uttered in anger and frustrationNot allowing them to settle.Instead of forming solid stonesSettling at the pit of our stomachOr anchors in our mindClouding our viewWe let…
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New Year, New Me (LOL) – on our intentions, leaning in and what we learn along the way.
(Alt title; the blog post where I overused parenthesis). How is it February already? The new year, once this shiny thing of promise, already feels a little heavy, a little grimy. I never really understood the emphasis of ‘new year, new me.’ I do, however, like goals and I like intentions. If you are finding…
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A Blessing for Teachers – on the end of a school year.
I started this morning on a high. I had finished my last official day at school, the glorious joys of being part-time. The year is not quite finished, with official celebrations remaining. Ahead of me was a day of my own crafting, children at school and work obligations complete. I was filled with the joy…
letters and lattes 