Tag Archives: Time

Spirit Interview 16 – Farhaana Washington

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As the full moon approaches, feel the wind invade the strands of your hair, working its way to your scalp, massaging. The earth from all corners is touching your skin with the tussle of the wind. I am there with … Continue reading

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Thirty – Erosion – An Opened Portal

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During his inauguration, Obama mentions Stonewall, and gay rights, so I began to listen. He mentioned Dr. King’s proclamations, stating, “our individual freedom is inextricably bound to the freedom of every soul on Earth.” And in this talk of soul, … Continue reading

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New Color : Red

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The two people who matter already know. And so it has become real, the insemination, the smell of sperm inside of my panties when at work, the wondering if it took this month, the void that rests inside of me … Continue reading

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Spirit Interview 14 -Ge Ge Chamblee

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My birthday gift was a Saturn interview with Ge Ge Chamblee.  It was a pleasant introductory meeting, as we hadn’t met before she stumbled upon my blog and requested to be interviewed on her Saturn.  It turned into two hours … Continue reading

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Burgundy-red Tablecloth

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A red table cloth sits on my dining room table.  This cloth is not special, nor is it expensive or lavish, hand made, or ephemeral.  In fact, it wasn’t purchased or created with the intent of being a tablecloth.  Instead, … Continue reading

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Emptiness -The Womb

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My pillow was filled with sweat, when I jumped up and searched my bed, empty, there was nothing there but sheets, and the empty sound of the morning. Where had she gone? I retraced my steps the night before but … Continue reading

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