the edges of myself

words, words, words

My last 24 hours encompassed a journey that included four airplanes, a motorized rickshaw, a large wooden boat and of course my incredibly strong and healthy legs (don’t know what I’d do with out them). And now I find myself surrounded by the sounds of the Peruvian jungle under a breathtaking canopy of stars, far …

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It’s been three days now that I’ve gone without my drug of choice. Yesterday evening was challenging. I came home from work exhausted and had the house to myself. My pattern in this instance is to use this time for a guilty pleasure, namely watching a show that I watch by myself. The truest of …

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standing in the kitchen, a wave washes over– a gentle reminder of the beauty and certainty surrounding me.   for there is little more tangible than love– and time and actions speak worlds more than flowery words and unencumbered emotion.   they speak to a carefulness in thought– a measured action for the purpose of reason–   for there is little …

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