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Monthly Archives: June 2017
longest day – June 21
6.21.2017 [longest day] longest day of the year so early that the cat stomps across our stomachs mewing RISE RISE time for feeding me but we see it as the step back towards sanity. the days get shorter from here. … Continue reading
wrinkly butts – June 20
6.20.2017 [wrinkly butts] we all have wrinkled butts now sags, lines, cleavages where we lost weight after our skin tone stopped bouncing back a sign of grace though, that when our butts were fat and bulgy we paid attention and … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, aging, bodies, care, changes, grace, humor, self-care
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in abstensia – June 18
6.18.2017 [in abstensia] I didn’t listen to my dad, angry ashamed dismissive I wanted nothing to do with him even at the end with years the distance lessens now aware that maybe he didn’t know how nor did I and … Continue reading
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Tagged change, Children, connection, distance, fathers, growth, perspective
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weeds – June 12
6.12.2017 [weeds] little green shoots that don’t belong in the garden we pluck, pull, cast them out not what was planted chosen, hoped for just existing because they were born to do that. —————————–
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