we are enough Our hands and hearts form a circle, a singing chorus, and a bright rhythm. When the patterns and laws faded, we found hope in the chaos. We found hope in the colors; jet black, blue-black, something like charcoal or ink or glossy black paint; deep brown, like the bark of a tree;…
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protection in your form; a shield Love liberated me. The best thing you can be is liberated from the evils of the world. Let me sit in the shade of your shadow. I want to take refuge in your silhouette. The sun overhead always has a lot to give; heat, warmth, light, intense energy. It…
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A cabinet, a bookshelf, an alter My wooden bookshelf in my bedroom was once a cabinet of sorts in the kitchen; it’s where my mom used to store onions and potatoes. I removed it from the kitchen, cleaned it off, and now it’s in my bedroom where I use it to store books, notebooks, and…
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The future is often unknown. And the journey to one’s final destination is magnificent. I once saw in a documentary about Vincent van Gogh that he, having once been a minister, spoke of life as “a pilgrimage in which man seeks god along a lonely, difficult path.” I thought that was extremely accurate; that’s what…
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I feel like my life is defined by what I’m currently studying in school, in state college, at any given epoch. First it was English lit.; then it was education—k-12 special education. Maybe someday it might be school counselorship? Disability services administration? My life might also be defined by which type of volunteer work, community…
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I’m planning on becoming a special education teacher here in Virginia, within a few years. I’m currently registered with Old Dominion University for a degree in teaching special ed. I’m very nervous and anxious about this, but I feel like I did the right thing for myself, I made the right choice. And, I’m still…
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I have access to a wealth of imprints in my mind I have a sentimental memory that I half-retained; it’s a memory I can’t fully formulate. Happy memories keep me alive! But is it healthy to keep looking back? Should I look around me and in me, instead? Should I be aware of my future…
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I am strong, God is my strength I’m not sure why negative things happen. I know that words have the power to heal. Words, music, time, and the human hand and touch. Yellow tulips, custard, and all thing yellowy, must never be forgotten or left out. Nor abandoned, hidden. I’m not who I used to…
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Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…
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It’s always there Loneliness is a large bowl of yellow custard that you have no one to share with. Cooked and topped with cinnamon, served with black tea and honey. Decadent and dense with caloric value, it’ll settle in one belly, instead of two or three. * No one is themselves lately; we might be…
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