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April’s Fool

I was not planning to share this with you yet. I wanted for us to get to know each other first, to talk of sunshine, dreams, and glory. But the reason I am so passionate about healing, the reason I’ve found the importance of connecting to spirit and soul and purpose...

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Stepping Out

She stands before the precipice Open sky, colored in promise She has fought for this moment She has learned through pain, Through failure, heartache, Sweet compassion grew, Grace and understanding She has held and examined Her own beating heart And it is strong. Ears...

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Shredding the Past (Tidying 3)

The paper part very nearly took me down. Going through nine years of forgotten papers, nine years of a life in a rather stuck place…I spent over a week in paper purgatory, ignoring emails and life, swallowed whole by my not yet tidy house. Singing & Shredding...

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The Books? Not the Books! (Tidying 2)

Letting Books Go? Why would the English major do that? Surprising, however, was how many books I was glad to send on their merry way, to another voracious reader who could make more magic with them. For instance, Anna Karenina and War and Peace had been waiting...

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Small Kittens Rescued from Closet

My closet stared questioningly, empty for the first time since my U-Haul pulled up nine years ago. The vacuum spun dust bunnies into cotton candy. I double-checked for small animals, children, or immigrants hiding in there. Perhaps they heard the strange sound of the...

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A diatribe on socks (more tidying)

I have discovered surprisingly hateful feelings toward most socks when I picked them up to see if they inspired joy. According to the author, it's likely because of the intolerant way I have balled them up in my drawer. They are to be folded gently so they can catch...

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Show me the tidying magic!

“The state of your house is a reflection of how you feel about yourself,” she said to me. First horror, then denial. Embarrassment, shame, another full year of denial. Cleaning has been such anathema to me that my quest to find the power button on the vacuum cleaner...

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