Writing is one way I connect with the Devine.
Therefore, putting pen to paper has become less of a production
and more of a messy, loving correspondence.
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Gaia's Word
I am the pulse in the air the vibration of sound of wind of movement I am wild I am the wild I am God's good harvest my body is gorg...
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The word loses its meaning once repeated across this page a s every job I have ever had has lost its meaning once repea... -
In my denim skirt, floral blouse and old olive-green flats, I sit beside Scott in a small glass bank office. We are applying for our first... -
One weekend every year, The Mini-Unit travels somewhere together and this February, we bused from Boston to New York City. The Mini-Unit ...
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