HeyJaredHer Many Faces
~The wound attracts the medicine ~ herein lives the long pathless journey home. Essays, inspirations, mistakes and revelations of one human woman attempting to live and love at the center of the existential question. Bless the holy darkness.
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The Light of the World (opens the original)
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The Most Horrible Thing (opens the original)
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It is terrifying to discover that there is no condition for joy other than what is happening. In the fight against what is happening I miss what I am seeking. It is not when the war is over and I have won that peace comes. It is not in any other body in any other way or any other time that love arrives. I lay in a subtle slick of 2am sweat and wrestle with all of the what is good and nots- what provides for a good life and good health and not. All prescribed, verified, scientifically proven idea
Blaspberries (opens the original)
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In the backyard is a tangle of berries. On one end there are glistening blackberries, which are anything and everything but black, and on the other end are soft little raspberry bodies. In the middle however is a mystery berry. It blossomed early to get my attention before its well known, and well loved neighbors, stole the show. It wanted to be heard. My landmate, and owner of the property, couldn’t figure out what they were. She didn’t plant them. My morning routine is chi gong in the sun and
Loneliness (opens the original)
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I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.- Oriah Mountain Dreamer (from “The Invitation”)Every Sunday for 6 months, I would hop on the way too big for this petite body, hand me down from mom’s boyfriend, heavy Trek touring bike, cross the Queensborough bridge from 61st and 2nd Ave E. in Manhattan (where I lived) and wind through the neighborhoods along the Eastside river and into Brooklyn for the famous flea market. This was
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