joy healer {bella grace blog hop}

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"cling to what is good"

romans 12:9

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i need to make it clear 

 there are things in my life i have come to know

and 

one of those many things...

  there are mountains i may never be able to climb 

there are mountains i may never forget...

yet 

still 

i stand

i climb

i crawl

wobbly legs

shaking knees

bad assed

 and 

willingly

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if i told you how very important it is to trust ones self

would you believe me

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trust me when i whisper this to you...

i have decided to be my own joy healer 

 my uplifting tribe to chant sweetly my ability

for me to stand tall

i'm showing up for my life

{again}

i'm showing up for my life

present

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concious

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"come away with me in the night

come away with me and I will write you a song"

nora jones

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{trusting me}

 what i've learned to be the ingredient that was missing for so long

{trusting myself}

the more trust a woman shows herself 

then

 the more a woman remains on a path of authenticity 

it's a pinch of this 

a

 teaspoon of that

the smokey paprika whirling in that slurry that binds the gumbo

the pinch of sweet currry

a bit of vanilla in the frosting 

that 

makes you close your eyes and smile with each spoonful

a hair flip

a pat to the afro

lip gloss for no reason at all

trusting myself blazes a trail of feel good vibes

restores my strength

...brings my warrior to the surface

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{what about trusting the process}

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the dirty dishes

scraped knuckles

the i miss you

the dead roses

the rain

regrets

fears 

the 

ups

the 

downs

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{while your trusting me}

know this

i have broken my own joy enough times 

that

i could rewrite the book on let-downs

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"touch me with no hands, hold me with your eyes"

alina baraz

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{still}

i continue to connect the roots of this old oak

 in which 

i tangel myself within the stories of others

 as i walk this dirt road

recognizing

 each magical piece 

sometimes damn messy pieces along the way

coffee

glitter

art

fear

love

loss

beauty

ups

downs

storms

 sun rising in my palms

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joy

amazing joy

joy 

that heals

joy

that mends

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"you got my soul"

bryson tiller

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xoxo

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this post is part of bella grace magazines blog hop

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winter peonies

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i felt like we were so close

to Spring

then

the snow arrived

once again

heavy tree limbs

slippery roads

though

the silence of snow does serve its purpose within me

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so

the pretty i love so much

continues to go on inside

inside of restless me

inside of my girly corner

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there was cake last month

a second year of college started

a new year

a new word

{begin}

yes

begin

the restart button to each time i stumble

dust myself off...

begin

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there is lemon for my tea 

so there might be cake again

and 

books

always books

like

The Storied Life of A.J. Finkry...

sometimes a book comes along

oh 

yes it does

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love

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love 

to you

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xo

thankful

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Happy Thanksgiving

!

xo

oh hello there ~

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hello there

the summer came to an end

books were read

slow

slow

the grill practically stayed lit

we lived on fruit 

i continued to knit through the warm weather

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journal

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dreams

dreams

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i assembled a cake

birthdays were clelebrated

some goals were met

some were not

life

life

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i've been away from this space for a while

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now 

autumn has arrived

it's good to be back

i missed you

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I kind of so love these words and oh how i missed you...

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Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

Alice Walker: Living by the Word. 

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i've missed you, my friends

xo

the pace and all that jazz

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it's seems the holidays

came and went

we spent christmas in a hotel 

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on the road

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baby girl was invited to curl 

for the state

of Ohio

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we were together as a family

that's what it's about

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love

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i have a article in the latest issue of bella grace magazine

{palms clasped}

thank you for the all the kind emails you continue to send

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{kindness}

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the pace is slower here at home

the pages of the calendar continue to turn

time doesn't wait

it just doesn't

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passport applications are being filled out

life is twisitng and turning us 

in the most beautiful and confusing ways

i trust it

i am a faithful woman

{god fearing}

i continue to trust and roll with the process

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i've been writing again

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i bought a new journal

 with each whirl of my pen i feel 

the walls i've built as of late 

begin to crumble

{self love}

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reading in 2014 wasn't great for me

i found books were a chore 

i had to step back

2015 i will allow the words to find me

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{let go and love and all that jazz}

xo

Ps: i finally have a link to the right to subcribe to this tiny blog of mine.

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bless

xo