To See Me I want someone to see me No, not the outward me Not the one the whole world sees Not the me with an image and reputation Not…
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these are my people the soul-sifters and heart-seekers the wound-healers and light-bringers the love-binders the ones laughing like a child and pondering like a sage the ones redefining reality creating…
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I tell stories about you, my friend. “I once had a friend who ____”, or “a friend once said___”, or “once a friend and I _____”. Every time I say…
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What is art but the unseen prophetic truths of the soul incarnated in some tangible way? What is art if it doesn’t stir the heart to accountability and action and…
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You are born with a wound of darkness inside. It isn’t everything. It doesn’t blot out the light. But it will fester as life throws its hate at you, and…
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who was locked in a tower, waiting for her prince to come save her. She waited years and years and years, and…
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the world is so dark today the blackness in people’s hearts seems to blot out even the sun how can we all go on living apathetically when so many are hurting…
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creativity is a great adventure you don’t know what could happen you don’t know what dangers you’ll run into but the beautiful thing is watching it come together step by…
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There is an ache inside for far off places, An ache to understand unusual faces. An ache for beauty, adventure, growing, An ache for wisdom, love, and knowing. An ache…
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Sit down, sit still. Close your eyes. And listen. Do you hear the whispers of the wind among the trees? A bird playing games with the neighborhood cat? The slow…
