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A little reminder that if people question, fear, or show resistance to what you're doing and saying when you're coming from a place of love - they are not on your current frequency. Keep going. Things are meant to change and some people will be shaken by miracles. Love is a miracle in these strange times. Following your heart is a miracle. Valuing yourself, persevering aside from trauma, not letting people keep you down. You are beautiful. You are worthy. You are amazing 💓

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Into the marsh I find im surrounded. In the gorgeousness of swamp and twisted limbs. I see myself, treading through thick love: of life and green. My insides yearn to get lost in the complicated and beautiful from which they came, emerged. Taking time and careful steps to tread through, it seems easiest to explore with just your eyes.

But within me is the magic and freedoms of the untamed Earth.

// Untamed - Recalling Realities //

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LP Cover for “The Fool In Her Wedding Gown” by The Crane Wives

Collaged with a mix of imagery and traditional medium

Created by @ SimplySerendipityDesigns on Instagram

((I do not have any ownership or Copyright over The Crane Wives and their music - this was a collage project for class))

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Recalling Realities // Do you remember?

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Healing Walks & Sacred Intentions - Green bathing // Recalling Realities

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What if our hands touched

In warm places?

drawn to be kissed

Like the sun had.

This day draws nearer

Like the closeness of a breeze to whom it whispers

When the rain can come or not, and the showers would be no less welcome

Than your hand in mine

Whether touching or in pointed awe

I will be glad to have found you again

For though this time will be physically present

I am honored, aware of your closeness

Even now in my prayers

Smiling in your silent whispers

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Into the green

The effervescent spring

Of energy perplexed,

Serene

// Recalling Realities

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What if our hands touched in warm places? Drawn to be kissed like the sun had. This day draws nearer like the closeness of a breeze to whom it whispers. When the rain can come or not, and the showers would be no less welcome than your hand on mine. Tracing, entrancing Whether touching, or in pointed awe I will be glad to have found you again. For though this time will be physically present I am honored, aware of your closeness. Even now, in my prayers smiling in your silent whispers

“Essenced” Kind by Serene (Recalling Realities)