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There I was at the light, full stop, when it happened. By a millisecond, I heard it first. Then in less than a breath felt the fullness of the impact. It was a rainy day in Delray, heavy rains that made the roads slick. I will die on the hill of Florida having some of the worst drivers in all of the fifty states. It doesn’t take much water in the air for me to see three or four accidents in the middle of perfectly unassuming roads, and on that day I was one of them.

Sometimes, it's just being seen that we need. It's knowing that all of your brokenness is safe with someone else, that’s what helps. Not being fixed, just being beheld.

Gratitude has the strangest effect on the soul.

Our Mother Who is among us Holy is your name We are your kingdom You writhe within, awakening us May we make a heaven of this earth. May we share the love-made bread Of your table, This day. Heal our sickly hearts Even as we attend to the Wounds of those beside us. Lead us, Warrior Priestess, Into battle. For our good, Deliver to our hands New ways of being. For this world is yours And we are its people; We are Your kingdom, we are Your glory. Now, then, and forever

To be human is to love the sound of your own voice, to be transfixed by the telling Of your story. Our Stories are the first way that we embody god; the first way that we learn their name is through hearing our own. If you are afraid to speak, remember that the world was spoken into being. Our Stories are our Shapers; we shape ourselves through them. We do not so much manifest things outside ourselves as we manifest them in our mouths. What do you embody? If you know, then sp

What does it mean to be in Love? How do you know when it has happened to you? Who has the right to say? Why must it be that Love must last until, when? Forever? Feelings aren’t facts, and impermanence is our reality; must we make forever out of our Love for it to be real? I would like forever. Someone who will wake up morning after morning and choose me, again and again. I want it for its predictability, the steadiness of it. A promise and then an action, an equation repeatin

A Meditation Shape me into an instrument Of peace; Grant me serenity to accept What is not mine to change, To change what you have given me to shape: Sow love where there is fear, Hope where despair would grow, Forgiveness in the furrows of my wounds. Embroider me with wisdom, Threads from the hem of your Garment spread over the cold Immeasurable universe. May I always see the stone beneath my feet; Eternal Flame, light the lamp I use To choose between the roads Parte