In the midst of all the chaos .. I draw my world in around me like a cocoon… making the space inside small and manageable and safe. I stay curled there, waiting for the end of the world… or for the right time, right sound, right silence to tell me the apocalypse has passed once again and it is safe to unwrap my shield and fly away free. | |||
The Undissolved Bather Speaks
2-18-06 This blog used to be filled with my writings - but somewhere - over years of being ignored, it's contents disappeared. ...
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Molly never met or even talked to Savannah Angel. She did see all the pictures I plastered on Facebook, like ... -
The poem below was written by my dear friend Molly Pearce, an amazing and wise young woman with an amazing and wise old soul. Born wit... -
Generally, when we are trying to be mindful and centered, we are told to seek quiet and stillness. We get settled somewhere and breath...
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