With lips and fingertips,
I trace the lines and contours
of your body
in my mind.
With scissors and knives,
I trace the moments of sunshine
gluing them in mosaics
of blue.
With turpentine and mineral spirits,
I trace the darkest memories
thinning them from
view.
With love and patience
I trace the hollow of my cup
Filling it with sunshine
and memories of new lines.
Some days hold too many
memories of old.
Now it’s time for new
tales to be told.
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Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there.
~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C.
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Beautiful words of hope. Just lovely Tiffany.
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Thank you, Miriam!
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❤️❤️ Beautiful, Here’s to a thaw! ❤️❤️
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I’ll toast to that! Thank you, Ken!
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Absolutely beautiful, Tiff❤️❤️
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Thank you, Love!
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My pleasure
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❤️
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Oh, this is so beautiful!💜
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Thank you, Kay! It was written following some good doses of learning through life medicine 😍
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Only way to truly learn!
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Love it as always.
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Thank you, Stephen!
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