Wild Geese

Years ago, a wonderful therapist gave me a copy of this poem.  It resonated with me, and I have kept that copy all of this time, although I didn't quite understand it until now. It is okay to be me.  I am perfectly imperfect.  I am an intricate part of a magnificent universe and I... Continue Reading →

Release

Tears of relief run down my face.  The key I've been searching for most of my life is in my hand, and I am about to unshackle the chains that have held me down for decades.  How I found it, I am not sure.  The best way to explain it is that I have been... Continue Reading →

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