My Heart Speaks Here

One Realization, One Memory, One Story at a Time

heidibeth

heidibeth
Birthday
April 02
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I'll tell you about my journey while I'm telling myself, rereading and saying aha! yes! and that is what it was like! Words have magic feet. I like to see them dance. The rest is to be kept quiet because it is sacred. How I watch people and love them never wondering if we'll agree. I love them because they are. I believe in words but they aren't everything. I'll take harsh speech and good deeds over eloquence and little helpful action in the world. There's shades of gray through everything which is one of many reasons I pray, "Thy Will not mine be done," trying not to cross my fingers but keep my eyes and heart open.

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FEBRUARY 16, 2012 5:35PM

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I can always write you, tears, sunshine windows,
gently returning appetite, slow dance with life,
my heart spread out like fire, like water,
beating again and again, because it just does.
I could sing you, fears, peripheral ache I ignore,
love washing over every minutest movement.
I look in the mirror, remember, this is my life.
I gather memories, moments like blankets,
keep warm before the ever-unknown.
Love is woven here.

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I gather memories, moments like blankets,
keep warm before the ever-unknown.
Love is woven here.


Oh I like that. Lovely thoughts. Thank you.
I've recently learned to slow dance with life...truly is amazing, as is this piece.
Such comfort here. Thank you.
I swear I say to myself . . .

Just read and shush up!

here . . .
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quality time . . .
readers can bond from afar
watching
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tease . . .
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Hanibal Lecther
News goon pundits
Bad breath politicians
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Politicos 'ought' to wear:

T- shits that read:` One nigh stand
View Open Salon's Dark Porn Night
We can bond over a can of sardines
onions
Alysa's
French
Fried
Beets
goofy
here
This is lovely and stirring to the soul
~R~