My Heart Speaks Here

One Realization, One Memory, One Story at a Time

heidibeth

heidibeth
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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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Salon.com
MARCH 24, 2012 9:21PM

veiled tale

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It is what I would write when you're not looking
that I need to say, pressing through the still night air,
not whispers or wisps, but transparent shadows,
their voices the barely-wind, hawk's call, promise,
long low breath of flute song, a thing being crafted.
I never tell this story.

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