Heal Now

It seems the entire world is filled with free-floating and rampant anger mixed with a sick and disgusting sense of raucously demeaning hearts presenting frozen meanings.   How? Why? What do we do? Where do we go? How do we handle this? May we escape this fiasco?    Or Is there something we might do […]

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Bruno & GreyBaby

(Spoken) I have boyfriends. I do! One lives next door.  He is an Italian Waterdog and is astute, inquisitive, and loving.  He is the color of the sky in the above photograph and is named Bruno.    One of my Rescue Kitties is named GreyBaby ~   He is the color of the smoke in […]

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Heal

  I know It hurts Yet Instead of attention Promises Ego Devastating ridicule  It is a reminder that we must  Begin again Let go Be steeped in Presence  What is important? Begin again And again And make no assumptions  We were not there  In their shoes  with their emotions in their past Take NOTHING personally  […]

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Not About Me

(Spoken Word)   No. Not one. Ever. It is a fairytale. Or a joke. Or a bedtime story from a lover. And yet, why? Why have I spent my life believing someone would save me?   This is not about me.   Yet I know not why I hold this belief. And why the thematic […]

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Surrender

  Why is it so very difficult to lift our own hearts to the God of our understanding for healing? For my shredded heart is ill-equipped to understand the nefarious hatred and anger of humans at times. There are screaming humans who believe I am scraping and servile in my demeanor. They scream very quietly […]

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Now

(Spoken) Now pristine sounds of Cellos allow me to feel connected whole safe complete human lifted lush color-filled held yes held. And I wish to be held. Now.     Poetry/Photography by Fawn Rising © 2022 February 3, 2022 Le Lac du mon Père Crystal Lake Florida United States of America Earth

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In the End Remember the Love

(Spoken Word)   With me Dearest Mother  surrounding me  always   caressing me holding me smiling over me allowing me wondering if I am centered Remembering and remembering yes, remembering time after time ~ battles with darkened precious blood creeping down walls  on my skin across my swollen eyes down my throat  a symphony of […]

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Can You Be Still?

Let go Persevere It is not about you Ever Surrender Surrender again Allow surrendering to become a way of life Be still and Wait.   Writing & Illustration by Fawn Rising January 24, 2022  Le Lac du mon Père Crystal Lake Florida United States of America Earth

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At Long Last

  Sleep eludes me.  I go down to the water’s edge Only to find my heart  Is reflecting upon my beloved ones Having transitioned  Into another world of existence.  Those who had stood by me Those who did not  Those who stood for me And those who stood close enough for me  To lean against… […]

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You Are There

  If I Stand among war, greed, and hate,  You are there. If I Struggle with enough funds to feed my babies You are there. If I Stare down choke-filled family estrangements You are there. If I Hold my dead child while trying to breathe into him  You are there.  If I am beaten into […]

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Who Is Lifting Whom?

It is my belief we rise by lifting others ~ I put on a pandemic mask early one clear Crystal Lake morning, drive to a flower shop and purchase live velvet-textured red roses. After texting my dear animal-lover friend from teaching years,  who taught amazing children; Who, despite battling Parkinson’s Disease oversees the medical care […]

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Riding On Wings

Nine months of self-isolation Recurring generosities ripen as friendships deepen across many miles while some become strangers Miracles daily sparkle with depth and high contrast ~ Demeaning depression blocks then darkens the doorway as it manifests out the door up the hill and into the waste management trucks. Multiple family estrangements tease me and tempt […]

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At Water’s Edge

Comes the edge of light she comes, again, and again. She comes. She stops. She stares. We each hold our breath. Her conformation is tragic. We pause…    I finally speak in soft tones of breathless welcome. It seems forever, this moment. Pregnant with meaning to be certain.  And then she is gone ~ One glorious […]

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