loss
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There are the loved and the unloved. We grow up and become difficult to tell apart. The unloved learn the manners of belonging. We bring wine. Remember birthdays. Know when to laugh. Inside us, a child keeps watch with the solemn incompetence of children entrusted with their own survival. Everything passes through that child. A…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…
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How do joy and happiness look the same? How do they look different? I’ve always wondered this question. Then, I ran into some words by C.S. Lewis. My favorite guy! In his autobiography, Surprised by Joy, he tells of experiencing an other-worldly joy — in three distinct episodes. The reader who finds these three episodes…
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Incest left a scorched path of intolerable pain that I needed healing for. No amount of reparenting my soul was going to touch that pain. A yoga session was not going to be able to quench the sting of this long-laid plan to destroy parts of me and still the lost integrity to my soul.…