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Inspired by a Liberated Lines Flash offered generously by Alisha Sommer and Robin Sandomirsky. So excited to open my writing for my heart again.

What sparks me::A quick and dirty list of some of the things

1. His babbles
2. Her smiles
3. His strong embrace.
4. The way the sunlight hits the trees of our fairy forest, lighting it up, yet never quite reaching me.
5. The crispness of the cool air as it sneaks in through the cracks of our door
6. Her sneaking in to quietly give me a kiss
7. The smile that is spreading across my face
8. Women gathering, circling. Sometimes with me guiding, sometimes not. Together, finding our power, our selves.
9. flashing lights that mark the passing of each second
10. quotes in books that make me scream YES! and want to share them with the entire world
11. moving beyond
12. magazine clippings waiting patiently to be assembled on the board, to give birth to the program to come
13. notices in my inbox, reminding me to keep following my soul, my intuition
14. coffee. because, well coffee.
15. a new mug, just for me, found by me. all mine.
16. cake. because, well cake.
17. the whispering of our creek in the fall.
18. crunching in piles of leaves
19. a table filled with food, surrounded by those I love
20. gathering. always gathering.
21. sharing secrets in the dark, under the warmest of covers, only her and I, sharing our souls, letting ourselves be seen in the darkness
22. a card to cheer me up
23. slow cookers
24. quiet slow mornings where I come into myself as they sleep.
25. warm water beating down on my skin, reminding me to feel, to sense, to notice
26. walls filled with her art, given to us.
27. walls filled with my art, allowing myself to be seen.
28. walls filled with his art, reminding me of reason #1,345,094, 452 why I love him
29. unexpected packages on our doorstep
30. unexpected texts on my phone
31. shelves filled with over loved books, covers soft, corners tattered
32. yellow
33. blue
34. pink
35. red.
36. fire, hot, burning
37. fire, warm, comforting
38. ice, cold, burning
39. ice, cool, refreshing
40. the city, with its magic, its energy, always calling to me
41. the grass, my toes digging in
42. mud, earth, connecting to the dirt and dust and water from whence we came
43. cozy beds, with so many pillows, so many blankets, so many arms and legs tangled up in each other
44. space, open
45. breath. always.
46. questioning
47. questing
48. seeking
49. finding
50. all the things
51. wise women, clearing paths before me
52. clearing my own path
53. the hum of the heater as I feel the cold leave my bones
54. stillness
55. twinkling lights, a rainbow on my wall
56. sand, warm on my skin
57. boots. The boots. Those boots.
58. laundry baskets filled with clean clothes, waiting to worn again
59. grief, raw, real, reminding us our humanity, our utter lack of control
60. surrender
61. shedding skin, each layer coming through in its own time, and then, quietly disappearing, becoming dust
62. fairy tales, rewritten, giving power where power belongs
63. myths, exposed, released
64. Christmas trees and wreathes with beautiful baubles, sparkling, bring memories of what never really was, but yet is deeply felt in my core
65. creating the life I want, I dreamed of, I never thought possible
66. knowing myself
67. others who know themselves
68. talking, whispering, screaming, of the evolution of who we are and were and will be
69. letting go
70. holding tight
71. being blinded by the sheer beauty of it all
72. tears of joy, of disbelief
73. holding hands, her hands, his hands, infant hands, adult hands
74. body wracking sobs
75. loud, spontaneous laughter
76. earthquakes, reminding us that even our planet can’t stay still, must move and reform and reshape
77. words… always words.
78. Wonder Woman, Jean Gray, Rogue, Black Canary, Black Widow, Bionic Woman.
79. My Cher Barbie doll, long lost
80. lotus
81. Om
82. yoga, stretching muscles, opening hearts, allowing
83. glitter. because, glitter.
84. baby hands grabbing at necklaces, tasting them.
85. exploring with my hands, my own mouth
86. fingers dancing across the keyboard
87. Circles of women. Not binders.
88. ink on skin, permanent and not
89. long hair. short hair. red hair. purple hair.
90. forgiveness, and the breath that comes with it
91. warrior women, not always amazons
92. hearts
93. their smiles.
94. open doors, inviting me in, for no reason
95. those who give comfort. always.
96. Mamas, dead and living
97. My tribes. All of them. Each of them.
98. allowing every person to have so many sides
99. allowing myself to not love them all, but still acknowledge and accept them all
100. me. because, me.
101. (more to come…)