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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…