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life is a love spell / love is a life spell: a writer and witch and wide-open heart
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what the flowers tell us (opens the original)
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"You are reborn with the roses, in every spring." —Juan Ramón Jiménez—The spring equinox just passed in the southern hemisphere. The air is warmer, the days are longer. The trees are bursting, the roses are blooming.The world stretches its arms out and shakes off the fatigue of the colder days.The calendar flips to another week, another page.I went to the Toowoomba Carnival of Flowers this weekend, an unexpected side trip. A time to walk amongst blooming. <div class="captioned-image-con
learning to unscare yourself in scary times (opens the original)
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The stars incline, but do not compel.—various attributions—When I feel overwhelmed, I often turn to digital distractions. Before you say anything, I know. I KNOW.Adding more information to an overwhelmed brain is not ideal, nor is it something that provides relief. It does offer distraction. A bandage. A moment of respite. A place to look away. A space to find answers in piles of thoughts.Astrology is one of them. What does this person say? Does that account agree?They tell me to look back at 20
it’s natural to centre yourself in your story (opens the original)
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There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.―Frank Herbert—I’ve been exploring narrative self as part of my digital storytelling class. Also called the narrative identity or the self-narrative, this is where we integrate the stories of our lives to create an identity. Something that makes sense.The more we believe our stories, the more we tell ourselves who we are, the more stable this identity becomes. It’s reassuring.And sometimes incorrect or out of date.We can get s
confronting the truth beneath the truth (opens the original)
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Tension means the miracle is coming.—adrienne maree brown—A few weeks ago Just last week, I wrote about the language of limerance and liminality. I am falling in love with a life I hadn’t expected to find. And every emotional wounding is begging me to avoid, avoid, avoid the learnings of this moment.(Don’t look there. Definitely don’t look THERE.)I could give into all o
there it is: that funny feeling (opens the original)
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Every act of communication is a miracle of translation.—Ken Liu—Falling in love with life (again, always again) begins with a moment of confusion. The romance offers no certainty, no warning, so clearly defined pathway or promise.And still, I recognise it. My chest feels lighter, like butterflies live right below my skin. Like something is trying to get inside and outside at the same time.I can’t sleep. I can’t focus. I wander in and out of my consciousness. Things look different, taste differen
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