Tag Archives: muse

POKING THE BEAR

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She's Lost Her Childlike Heart

She’s Lost Her Childlike Heart

I intentionally poked the bear. I wanted to stir it up, get it roaring fiercely at me, threatening to destroy me. My only comfort this time? That I did it on purpose. Continue reading

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BECKONING

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I knew I was beautiful
In my Cuernavaca dress…

Beckoning

my messy creative process…

I’m in the middle of the beginning, writing a song.  The voices have started. Imagined criticisms, known by the serious-minded as critique. Rules I’ve forgotten to follow. Rules I’ve chosen to break, then doubted.

These voices dwell in the all-knowing smart side of my brain. Continue reading

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