Compost, joy and gumption…..

My heart hurts. Bad. And I don’t want to run from the pain or hide out in false places, but I’m not going to sink down into the ache and go dull to the salt and sizzle of living,  either, so I’m hurling clods scraped raw from the clay that I am like bottle rockets exploding thanks,   setting fire to the night,…

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seashell sigh….

Barefoot heart on sand,  listening to treasures say themselves over  tired places, to the rhythm of mercy rolling back the tide with gifts given up from the sea glistening with a thousand  years of morning and the shining affection of a  limitless heart, these tokens of tenderness left by the deep. *glad sigh* “If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,  don’t hesitate.  Give…

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seashell sigh….

Barefoot heart on sand,  listening to treasures say themselves over  tired places, to the rhythm of mercy rolling back the tide with gifts given up from the sea glistening with a thousand  years of morning and the shining affection of a  limitless heart, these tokens of tenderness left by the deep. *glad sigh* “If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,  don’t hesitate.  Give…

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