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Throne Room

I sit at the throne 

Dwelling sounds of music

No eyes to see

No ears to hear

Only to be felt, heard, and seen in the unseen realms 

in the throne room where there is no time

No sight

No sounds

Only felt inside thine 

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Virtue in the Rosining

Tighten bow, rosin my hairs, tune my strings and adjust my chin strap; I do these in this order. All steps that are virtuously and meaningless. Rosining is my favorite part most often, and if I do it regardless of how I feel or without feeling, is it still virtuous? The answer is yes. So my question is, what is something you do to prepare before the act of something/anything that is meaningless that turns into meaningful to you?

One of my favorite books is Ecclesiastes, the main theme - it’s all meaningless, but in greek meaningless means ever changing. Doesn’t it all require for us to not grip in order for it to flow? For me that even means how someone may remember me in their past. I smile inside and say, “Its meaningless because there is no meaning if I don’t give it one, especially outdated or unloving ones.” The one that lives in me is never ever changing and is my source to ever lasting virtue and love; removing all deficits.

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Another Threshold 9/12/22

So I just dropped off a high schooler and I am having feelings I didn't know was there. The fact that this child is so independent, responsible, and will be walking home now, is huge. He made friends during the summer at a NEW school and is already coordinating to meet them before school. But what has me stunned is that I’ve done this by myself for the past 9 years and I can honestly say, I am proud of myself. I am proud that I can truly acknowledge myself without guilt or fear that I'd be “boasting”. I can celebrate who I am and what I’ve done and stand in that feeling and be comfortable. Today we both have walked into a new threshold - Independently Comfortable -

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Movements and titles…

Keeps us divided always

Creating idols

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Belated Mother’s Day haiku...

Happy Mother’s Day

I’m tired as a mother!

What a special day

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Luke 24:5-7 Why seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen…

How many times have I looked in people and things to bring me life? Relationships and institutions that only leave me feeling empty? Too many times. I seek life in you who brings hope to the unseen. Where logic isn’t a prerequisite only to stand in awe to the inner miracles that are already whole. It is finished and I need not be deserving, but only stand in grace and accept what you gave it all for, LOVE. It is finished.

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Leaving a threshold behind

Today I decided to put school on hold and perhaps indefinitely. I have been trying to prove a false self that rooted from an old wound. I’ve had blinders on that blocked view of my true self. The minute I did, a film was lifted and began to see things at closer view; things about myself and my loves that’ve always been there. Tonight instead of sitting at my desk for hours doing homework, I walked out to star gaze. The boys followed me out. We called out planets and looked out for our nightly visitor - Peter Park possum. I moved to the background and began to observe the boys pretend sword play. Wow, it’s been so long since I observed them play and hear them laugh. I thought, “soak it in girl, you’ll remember this when they’re men” I even made lemonade and hate to admit, I don’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed my beverage without being mentally occupied. So many influences flooded me from just enjoying where I am; who I’ve always been. So I leave old influences in the dust and take my pile of books, yarn, journal, and violin and begin to soften once again...

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Where honey pours through the valley

This stage or season as they say is filled with much apathy

Not much is filled with color or light

Moments of laughter are fleeting moments of sweet nectar to my tongue and soul

To speak kindness is to give others life and in return a sense of intimacy

Intimacy to allow you to see-in-to-me

I don't mind if you see my childlike sense...It's where you'll find the real me

The uncensored me