Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Seventeen
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The sounds of rain on the roof.
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“We lose the soulskin by becoming too involved with ego, by being too exacting, perfectionistic, or unnecessarily martyred, or driven by a blind ambition, or by being dissatisfied - about self, family, community, culture, world - and not saying or doing anything about it, or by pretending we are an ending source for others, or by not doing all we can to help ourselves. Oh, there are as many ways to lose the soul skin as there are women in the world. The only way to hold on to this sensual soulskin is to retain an exquisitely pristine consciousness about its value and uses.” - Women Who Run With the Wolves
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Already time.
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Rain and more rain and more rain and it is the most delightful sound.
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All this talk about the slap. I tell her that in the end, the person who was was harmed. The person who was triggered by the insult was harmed. The people who had to witness the incident were harmed. And there will never be a resolution that leaves everyone whole.
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It’s only 64 degrees in here.
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Forgot to thaw out the meat. Out of Hello Fresh meals.
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I say that we need someone with courage and conviction. Someone who will just make a decision and stand beside it either way.
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He reads about Leos, Capricorns, Virgos, Libras, and Cancers. They tell me that I am, indeed, temperamental. She says that I am more loyal to my friends that family. This is because I yell at them. I try to explain that the yelling is just frustration and that the frustration is about the behavior, not them as individuals. It’s the behaviors that get me upset, not them. I love them. I dislike the behaviors. “We love you,” I say.
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He has grown another inch. 5’11”.
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He lets me play with his hair. He looks like he’s listening.
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The littlest one says that he wishes that all of our dinners were like this…where we are all talking at dinner and laughing. I am not surprised that he is the one saying this.
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Maybe it could work.