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 “They surrendered to her spell. They fell deeply, until they were Lost in her abyss. Her waves, her current, swept them under and She was their breath. She carried them deeper into another space, a distant place. The stage, the dancers, the crowd were as one, yet separate, and in between. Mystical, surreal, in a dream. Embraced, absorbed, within her energy. Her tide released them. Only to draw them in again. Intertwined, immersed in perpetual motion. The Dance had a life of her own. She rose up to the surface to gather light from the sea’s foam. She took it’s warmth and lifted them beyond this earth. Renewing them. Changing them forever. Granting birth. The Dance cast her spell. For a moment frozen in time. True magic was real.’

“Within the numbness I glimpse the dancing specks of light. Like tiny stars over my head the disappearing, melting out of sight. Falling snow drifting down on me. I exist, I breathe, I feel emotion. I find peace. The snow no longer resides in me. I close my eyes. I feel the warmth. The falling snow it thawed my heart.” 

 “With her eyes closed she absorbed the beauty. A foggy morning, the sky was grey. Birds carried the breeze, as it brushed her skin.  With deep breathes she satisfied her soul.   An ever so slight rain arrived. She was free. She could see her dreams. She opened her eyes. The bare trees lined up like statues kissing the sky. In the stillness, she found herself, she saw her dreams. She was free.”                                                                                                        

“Thousands of people are at war, fighting a battle that no one sees.   Bullied on school buses, playgrounds, and behind the scenes.

Thousands of people are at war, fighting a battle that no one sees. Mauled with scars too deep to reach, to heal, or to treat. Worn down by judgement, discrimination, and poverty.

What can we do? What can we say? Stopping this torment takes awareness each day. Listening, caring, and offering respect. Doing our part to make a difference.

Thousands of people are at war, fighting a battle that no one sees. Ridiculed with violence, slavery, and persecution.  Used, abused, and broken.

Thousands of people are at war  fighting a battle that no one sees. Surviving without food, warmth, or electricity. Deprived of water and basic needs. Teased and made fun of because they stink.

What can we do? What can we say? Stopping this torment takes a little each day. Listening, caring, and offering respect. Doing our part to make a difference.

Thousands of people are at war, fighting a battle that no one sees. Living on the streets, enduring illness, and deceit. Exposed to danger, the elements and greed. Violated and stripped of dignity.

What can we do? What can we say? Stopping this torment takes a little each day. Listening, caring, and offering respect. Doing our part to make a difference.

Thousands of people are at war, fighting a battle that no one sees. Exposed to shame, blame, and betrayal. Robbed of innocence against their will.  Addicted to drugs or alcohol. Numbing their pain. Dulling sorrow and humility.

What can we do? What can we say? Stopping this torment takes a little each day. Listening, caring, and offering respect. Doing our part to make a difference.

Thousands of people are at war, fighting a battle that no one sees. Discriminated because of their heritage, their choices, their sexual identity. Oppressed, excluded, and set up for catastrophe.

Thousands of people are at war fighting a battle that no one sees. Separated from their loved ones. Neglected, rejected, and left behind without nurturing.

What can we do? What can we say? Stopping this torment takes a little each day. Listening, caring, and offering respect. Doing our part to make a difference.

Don’t turn your eye towards  calamity.  Take a stand. Listen, offer hope and love unconditionally.”

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  1. To be brave, to be me. To be sober and free of things that numb reality. To be present and exist here in the now. To embrace my fears. To be thankful for what I have and appreciative of my tears.  For all that has gone on before is where I need to be. My past journey has prepared me for my destiny.  I must trust myself to search deep within. To sit on the edge of my dream risking defeat.  To leap into the unknown for sheer possibility.  To listen only to my heart, not my mind, or what others expect of me. This is where I am, on my knees breathing. Finding my way blindly. Trusting intuitively. Running into the storm to capture its energy.  Fighting, laughing, sobbing, climbing, and falling in Love. With me

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