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We can all Fly: becoming still

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I am reminded to sit in the presence of God,

as the presence of God abides in the each of us ~ with Love

your

Poet Krissy

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Day17 #WritingMyselfWhole: Brings Good Feelings List💙💙💜

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from my Home Garden/Hydroponic Milk cartoon so proud

A List of things that bring good feelings:

1) Working in my garden, I have two strawberries growing from my milk carton hydroponic …

2) Staying in touch with friends and family 

3) Enjoying the journey, relishing the small steps 

4)Doing things without judgment or self criticism

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5) Keep going, you got this…  

6) Take the gentle reminders, nothing wrong with that

7) Giving Self Hugs -trust your worth it

I’ll continue the journey because of this understanding. Being in the journey: relishing in the good times,  the rejection times, the times of uncertainty, in the times where I feel limited, in the times when the limitations come off. 

I’m finally  to the point where I can, feel good about the process. Not so focused on -what I can accomplish. More so, allowing the peaceful mindset of no matter what happens to be the center.  And no matter what comes, stay in the center. Make peace with it. ….💙

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I’ve been missing in action for a while, working on sunflowers in my backyard. In the world’s devastation, once again

I find my prayers sowing & seeping, planting and reaping. There are days where human words cannot reach, only spirit sprigs the breach,

your spirit, sit next to my spirit, be still, in all the chaos of the wind.

Weep with me, that our souls may find sanity,

help me to believe in better days

around the sun ,

unconsumed by the flood….

Rise up My Soul :

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The heart of a book, is something whispered over and over again until you can’t help but to  pen-to-heart . I believe the mystical -magic is in the wonder. Will the words come? How the pages fly? 

Unfold like the bones of old shaken souls. Ignite the power, the soul of my pen.  Maybe for the next generation. Maybe comfort for the moment.


Empty out this soulish cry. In tears, in hope, in gratitude. These are the words that chose me.  Whispers that creep..

Followed by: moan-full prayers drifting. Salt-full beginnings, 

watch the darkness flee,~ Kindness sister Krissy