Author: Sunday Blu
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Pink Fox: The Courage to Stay
The double edge of hope – being a creature of story and of destiny, being a good solid teller of tales. These days I find myself wondering how close to the truth my art can take me, really? The truth of what my life was? What it is now and what it might be? My…
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The Price of Hope
When I think of gratitude, I think of my mother’s sadness. A prayer I made one night for her wellness. I think of the Earth and picking mint. When I think of exchange, I think of this tending. I think of a coin between the teeth of a shaman, understanding, forgiveness and gratitude. I think…
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My Biggest Way-Finding Try
Some days, I feel as if I am just too old to be this young still… A childless mother — Funny I never thought I would weep over those words, But I do now. Because I am a childless mother who knows all too well how time can be stopped, And cropped like a film…
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She Is Many, She Is One
I was cast aside, like garden waste, when I knew it was real. Into the mound of the forgotten, the used and useless. But, all these years were not wasted. I was learning how to fertilize, utilize disintegration, deterioration towards resurrection, towards new life. I was unworthy, once. But I heard her singing inside me…
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Where Do We Look For One Another?
My aloneness twists in on itself, coiling and compounding, when I forget to look for myself everywhere. In the grass and the sky, in the perked up ears of the unafraid deer, and in the eyes of the guy telling me about the yellow throated birds that have been about lately. In the broken twigs…