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Witness

Across the windshield From out of nowhere Appeared a crawling fluff being. The light changed from red to green… With no time for wings. Sometimes it is not possible to rescue all those in need of rescue… Somedays all we … Continue reading

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Life as an open book

“Write your story” we are told… But Ink on a page, Is not the story of a life. Our transformations are.

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Lean

Listening to stories of transformation, Identifying with the caterpillar dissolving into goo, Longing for chrysalis so no one has to watch…. wondering if I even want wings…. And then I i hear “imaginal cells” start to communicate and create The … Continue reading

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stop

i stop to smell the roses, and then i notice the ants are still busy. . then it seemed to me, the bloom was longing for the rosehip – a former friend, now transformed and full of seed… . does … Continue reading

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Fly overs

i look up and little legs and orange yellow wings flutter by. you can not toss a caterpillar into the air, and expect it to fly – nor can you open a cocoon from the outside. ¬†tonight i sit by … Continue reading

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