The Gift I Have to Give

    Reeking of guttural sensitivity for the moment I am in many times has induced others to call me “overly sensitive”.   It used to cause a thrashing around within my heart.   Then, at other times it is a debilitating process memory.   Now, it seems to be my primary gift to the […]

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Isn’t It Always About Me?

There have been times in the past when I can honestly say my quivering heart felt abandoned empty unattached unheralded and lost without familial nurturing or bonding. Instead the caring touches and reminders of fleeting moments in time when amazing occurrences seeped into moments of being human did not exist to flourish. Instead I was […]

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