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Walking Again

Or making all of my writing part of the family.

One of the biggest conflicts about ending Wild Road and beginning Soul Carving, was that, in essence, I cut off a limb. I had no idea how much I needed that limb to get around.

I do  now. 

If you want to join me walking around again, visit Backdoor to the Moon (formerly Wild Road).

If you want to join my imagination running wild, stay and play.

At least, that's the plan for now.

As I said in my first post on Backdoor to the Moon, I see how gathering back parts of myself is part of the journey, and how letting it happen, is my freedom... if it looks like I am flailing, it is because I am. My soul, embracing what it needs, and realizing that the only thing constant is change, and the only thing I can do about that, is be me.
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  1. ElloaJuly 3, 2011 at 5:37 AM

    x x x x x I love being with your imagination as it runs wild. It runs, it's wild, it plays, it's live-giving to be around. Yay! x x x

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  2. rachel awesJuly 19, 2011 at 3:59 AM

    way to surrender to the flow
    & be with what needs to be
    new & renew in you!
    gorgeous background here!
    ahhhhhhh! xo

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