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Bowls of heart pocket talismans have been gathering in the studio filled with the words and phrases kindred spirits are holding close this year. What is your word? You can find the talismans right here.
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remember when they have to figure out how to fit something square in something round to make a filter to fix the need for oxygen in apollo 13?
it's kinda like that.
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scuffed dusty thirst
twirling singing wind
water-fed growing green
quiet wide history
lumpy twisting path
squeaking unseen hunger
constant still beliefs
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she whispers in the green and the wind and the rippling, tinkling water. she whispers to remind me of her true voice.
she whispers in the background of the words spoken by another. she whispers to help me see that all is at it should be.
she whispers in the whirring as the pedal is pushed to the floor and the fabric moves with each stitch. she whispers to remind me who i am.
she whispers as i look out at the purple, full, encompassing clouds above the mountains. she whispers to help me see who i want to be.
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"tell your story," i whisper to myself as i take each step forward. then i hear these words:
but, don't get so caught up in telling your story that you don't stop and listen to the whispered stories of all who came before you. the knowledge there is deep and wide and true. even when you don't agree, much can be learned from those whispers of truth. we must listen...
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The reaching, soaring Lake Michigan-grey wing of a great blue heron.
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I am pirouetting in midair
I am stillness within the light
I am the harbor of spirit
I am folded into darkness
I am beyond what is known
I am strength
I am wind
I am fragile
I am unburdened
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